Writing Poems In English – Poem by Liza Sud

Writing poems in English –
Sometimes disturbs your breath.
If it is not a translation –
It is a small death.

It’s as if you were standing
In totally empty room.
Loneliness is frightening
Sea, a dark rosk, a gloom.

Poor Iosif Brodsky!
He had to do so.
He had to do it on purpose.
In exile -Oh – he was!

Feels as you were in palsy
Speak with unknown goals,
Prison of Foreign language
Sometimes can break your soul.