I burned my pages and proclaimed i was done writting
but the ink still flows my veins like water in a creek
and the pen still holds me under its command
the morning brought into life a new book that shall stand were the old one once did and one day i shall burn those pages to
Well don't ever give up again! Your poems are really good. short, but to the point. I love the imagery you put in them as well. Nicely Done. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Ashley. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks