Sitting in the dark
With nothing to do,
I sit here and write
Hoping to find something else to do,
Thoughts cross my head
And images fill my mind,
But Im still not quite sure
How I develope these rhymes,
Maybes its all the ideas I have
When im bored and alone,
I just sit and write
Until my eyelids close
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem