I try to write
But my words
Stumble and trip
Drunk within my brain
The stairway to my pen
So steep and treacherous
That they dare not tumble down them
Lest they be broken and ruined by the fall
So they stay deep within the den of my brain
In inebriated silence
While my muse
Drinks a bottle of wine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing worse than a sober muse. Good write. Check out - An Amusing Find- when you get a chance.