Writing is my addiction.
If I'm not able to do it...
I suffer withdrawal anxiety.
I carry a pad and pen.
And if for some reason,
I forget or misplace them...
The breath from me,
Seems to be squeezed.
And I know I show I am paniced.
As if I hear my 'children' weeping...
In a desperate seeking for me.
That's how close I am to what I do!
Writing is my addiction.
I'm always in need of a fix.
And if I'm not able to do it...
I suffer withdrawal anxiety quick.
And if for some reason,
I forget or misplace them...
The breath from me,
Seems to be squeezed.
And I know I show I am paniced.
When I am not prepared to receive a 'flow'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem