I AM NOT WORTHY OF THE POEM I WOULD WRITE
I am not worthy of the poem I would write -
I do not have the Beauty or Goodness in me
Which I would give to others-
I cannot now do what I should do in poetry-
Why then do I write this?
I am trying to live and this is what gives me hope now.
A poem as a remedy even if only for a few hours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem