On the page behold
rains the emptiness of my words
a poets sucide
his dimise is shown
If not with my pain, with what shall I write
of joy of wich I feelt none
of redemption or rejection?
or unmeaningful affection?
I want to feel
anything at all
maybe a familiar pain
please forgive me for this plead
but more than words is what I need you to hear
And of this life I wish to write
about it all
the glory and the fall
But have I drained my soul?
Words demand beauty, life and feel
and without my pain and anger I cannot give apeal
without that what brings me to life
tell me what good am I?
An excellent poetical rant, exposing feelings and emotions of pain and anger so eloquently, vividly and intensely. Emptiness of words has now been filled with all sides of life telling us how good you really are! Fantastic poem, very intense and forgiving. Love it! Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem