Write and rewrite, and write and rewrite.
For someone to believe,
One can bleed ink.
Red for pain.
Black,
And blue, comes tangled from papers to throat to the heart.
For someone to shatter.
For someone to be saved in shelter,
From the lost, dark rectangle edges in maze never to discover.
For someone to put the rope down.
Alive.
'You put poems in my mouth.
And thoughts in my mind.
As the night goes by, you took my soul and put yours in mine'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful write and re write poem shared on really. Beautifully presented.