I can't seem to find
peace within my mind.
This lack of concentration
breaks off my creation.
I sit with an empty hollow look
blank, as an unwritten book.
Despite the words overflowing my mind,
nothing comes out, like they're all confined.
unfinished...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well i think this is an excellent poem considering the subject matter, interesting way to portray it...