I wrote once about a poem where I burned my book and the pen called me back
I quit again and this time my writing addiction is worse then a bad addiction
writing seems to over come me no matter what i do
no matter how much i try
the evil pen is like a hand seeker
a hand seeker that releases stress
the book was burned and my writing pen tossed
yet i find myself finding a new loving pen
a new softer book
they understand my needs
they understand my wants
they love me and i love them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Ashley Mims. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.