Touching rhymes inside my head,
providing rhythms to write to
on enlightened days of tomorrow.
Catching on ledges, holding on,
attempting not to fall into the
deepest canyons of ever-declining
surface mental attitudes.
Searing all emotions with a burning
desire of intellect, accusing no one
of intruding, because I don't allow
it to happen.
It is only a space for myself and I
am the only occupant ever going into
it's depths - not just to write,
but to bring solace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem