i keep erasing
everything i write
as though i shouldnt be
writing tonight
each new begining starts
different than the last
like my system decided
just to crash
i no longer know the things
that speed through my mind
though i think i've always been
mostly blind
i hardly ever think
about much of anything
i have no time for thoughts
that this life will bring
i dont even know
what im writing about
or why i cannot find
some other route
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
for someone with a block you said plenty....nice little poem :)