Bound by this
These words
Speaking to me
Aching to be written
I am a poet
Nothing more
I feel and express
I love and weep
I shout and roar
I scream and stand silent
I am thoughtful
And yet offhand
I am the sum
Of a chaotic mind
An addict of verse
Of expression
An extrovert of such
An actor upon this stage
Of life, I bow before
I am bound by this
By blood and soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem