THE POEMS COME OUT OF MY SOUL
The poems come out of my soul-
They are my soul-
They are the writing I do to stay alive
They hold me in the world
And give me faith in myself-
Without them now
I would be wandering in the universe
As if I were dead matter and dead energy
Scattered to the farthest empty places
And with no hope of ever being human
And giving off any real light again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem