o my pen....
got bored of me or you run away....
after all what you wrote about my pains....
my moans...and my miseries...
fled and runaway after you got out of your patience from a wait..
waited..
waited me to write a nice second by your ink..
or to draw a happy smile through you...
how stupid i am..
didn`t get that....
did i hurt you my pen with my pains...
did you despair of me and from the way which i in...
did i taught a escape from me...
or you knew my reality and knew my fate...
and then you decided to leave..
to leave this world which is full of tears..
and an Emotions suppressed...
and an impossible wishes...
and a lot of illusions...
o pen....
have no friend except you...
to take off all my sadness which it inside..
inside me which it killed me...
please pen..
please my best friend..
don`t give up with me..
and don`t leave me as the happiness did...
don`t, begging you...
please...
be with me and help me...
to write a letter from a wounded heart...
because...
without you my pen, i can write..
and never to let her knows about the sadness...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LONG POEM BUT GOOD I GOT TO SAY