Burned all my poems once
thought it would make madness disappear
that was just another form of fear
had a few really felt pure
may never again write so sure
many i've found amongst my cluttered head
which during intervals certainly seemed dead
but my mind is back again appearing better than ever
crazy amazing after so much sever
the missed ones may never come
glad to have remembered some
now i can write without pain
today in my head its not all rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem