I often stare in means to write
Stuck deep within thought
Yet my mind is closed tight
Drifting in circles of unknown despair
Watching lives of anger and siege
As my simple thoughts float through the air
Minutes gone by as i hang on my shelf
Not knowing what to write
Yet that right there is a poem in its self.
Life is your poem dont lose it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem