I am no poet
No knower of fine Words
I am no writer
who can paint a Picture in your mind
I merely write
Clumsily and stubbornly
To portrait some glimpse of my mind
On paper.
Everything seems easier, once its out on paper
Once i can stare at the Words until they blend together
Its an illusion
That Words on paper are simpler
that feelings spellt out give Peace.
But its a Comfort
and a Comfot I desperately need
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For a self described 'non-poet' you acquitted yourself nicely here. Keep writing