words come to me
when I can no longer write
as I try to sleep late at night
as my hands tremble and shake
so bad that I can no longer type
but before I dream
and I don't have insight
whatever I have to say
doesn't seem right
Still I try hard to describe
what happens inside
and my influences outside
such is my prophesy
my destiny......
my role in life
as I struggle to write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem