My pen flows across this page,
Saying nothing,
Nothing,
And more of nothing.
What’s left to be said?
Nothing,
Nothing,
And more of nothing.
My arguments have all been played.
It’s over I’ve been sentenced
To a justiceless punishment
Matched only by death.
It’s a torture succeeding in
Nothing,
Nothing,
And more of nothing.
But what do you care of my opinion?
Nothing,
Nothing,
And above all nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i happen to come by your poems and I like them. This one made me smile because it reminded me of my own poem (What For Why) . Welcome to this crazy world of poetry.