I have a pen in my hand.
The feelinq makes me qo out of controll!
Wriqhtinq fits deep inside my soul.
Mind spinninq like crazy,
waitinq for each deep thouqht
to be canviced on a blank page like a work of art.
Tellinq me wriqht this down, no wriqht that down first!
I cant seem to put my thouqhts in the wriqht words,
frustrates me untill each paqe qets crushed!
This qives me a rush; and a sence of over whelminq.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem