The page is white
it is clear
how can i write
on it without fear.
my hand is shaking
my fingers are getting cold.
why am i so afraid
i have nothing to fear about.
then why i feeling
so alone
so feared.
i should not be felt like this
i climb on rocks without fear
i swim in most unstable river
YEAH! i am a wild man.
then why i letting myself to feared
against nothing.
This is ugly
This is bad
It won't happen again.
I am a wild man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem