Thanks to you i wrote in pen
i can still read every line thats been
the indentations on the page underneath
that still hold ties to the words i cant speak
written in ink
and thrown out like trash
but on the page underneath
the words still last
of what i wrote but cannot read
words that leach from the past
words im not allowed to speak
its something beautiful
but its not functional
these are words
written in pen
thrown in the trash
and never seen again
except for the indents
of what use to be
shown in the lines
of the page underneath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem