I'm alone in this room
The room you banished me to
Away from the love and laughter
And everything that comes after
I hear my pen calling me:
'We have poems to write, '
'Yes, we can make the most of this night, '
This room is my sepulchral home
A maelstrom of thoughts
My pen captures for the page
And releases for you to read.
I hear my pen calling me:
'Marry me, I'll be the bride and you, the groom.'
'I might as well, since I'm banished to this room.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem