When the pen just sticks
and your thoughts make you sick
You just get tired and ready to quit
You want to, but it's just how you express
all your feelings, release all your stress
and fights off the press
like your mind is undressed
and you feel all depressed
because u can't get any rest
but you regress
and start to digest
the point of the protest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Welcome to PH Johnathan... if I may, just wanted to point out a couple of 'typos' of yours.... sTick TO writing... them. One Peace at a Time.. I have enjoyed..