turn the sound up
til the silence gets oppressive
and the blank page makes you scream
stop all your talking
so the lips continue shouting
and the eyes refuse to blink
turn the radio off
so the laughter keeps on ringing
and heartache weeps the ending
switch off the sun
so i can see your blind ambition
in this, my waiting game
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
incredible contradictions. glorious, really. runs in the fam i see. care, Sus