I can no longer do this,
It's almost impossible now.
My inspiration is waining,
And my drive is leaving me.
It's hard to focus,
And the word's are becoming a jumble of words.
I'm not sure,
How long I can last.
I hope this is temporary,
Since I love to write so.
I hope my inspiration,
Will come back to me.
So my dear one,
Read my last poem,
And savor it the most.
Because you may not read,
Another poem by me,
No longer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem