Would-Be-Writer Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Would-Be-Writer
Would-be writer
I hate living in a rented room
Meeting people in the hall
Waiting till the hall is empty
Hurry out sighing.
Walking for miles to find
An empty bar, where no one
Knows your secret that you are a drunk.
Paper and pen I wanted to write
A great novel.
Strong booze blurred words
Walking home
Hoping the hall would be empty.
Thank you for expressing the frustration of renting- but at this point, I'm happy to have a roof over my head.
I liked this piece, Would-be-writer, The narrative is very effective.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 1:27:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We can see a lot in this poem. I don't need to express it for it's clearly there.