I'm carrying storm behind my teeth,
Swallowing thunder so no one leaves.
Afraid that words are borrowed things,
That if I speak, the room will take wings.
So I write in my wrist in a language only pain can read,
Not to end, but to prove I'm here,
A map of "don't go" etched quite and red
Because "I'm hurting " got stuck somewhere in my head.
Im I'm not chasing goodbye,
I'm begging to stay with hands that shake…
Very impressive poem,5 Stars forever. This poem is worth reading repeatedly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem. Silence is more than golden, all the time
Thank you Sir🙏 this truly means so much to me