Why is it that a poet
can only truly pronounce
their deepest,
thoughts, fears, feelings, emotions, reflections.
Can only ever give their best
when they are at their worst?
Fly the highest,
when they are at their lowest?
Let go of emotions
when the bottle is empty.
Who would want to be a poet,
who would choose to be a poet
when you can only be good
when you're bad?
But do we really choose
or does the poetry choose us?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a thoughtful poem. Love the style and topic. Well done.