Noises deep within are begging to be let loose so they can
fly away.
Strangling on their chokened dust, raw beneath their throats,
swearing at innermost barriers keeping it all quelled up.
Wanting to be reckless - ruining the images of nicety just
for the fun of it.
Pouncing on every thought to let it go, action just won't
take hold and kick it out, so lying there it is full of doubt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem