Whe I write about
What I now want to write about
I try to evoke an emotion
Something quite simular to pain
Feeling it, you have nothing to lose or gain
Feeling it is like drinking a bittersweet potion
When I think about
What I am now thinking about
I feel so off balance
Something quite simular to pleasure
It is when your heart feels pressure
It is like entering a magical palace
When I try to talk about
What I will never speak out loud
I forgot what I was talking about
The feeling has gone away
But I know it will not always be at bay
What ever it was, what I was thinking about
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem