I am lost without inspiration;
I cannot think my thoughts are empty.
A sudden expectation
of words I cannot see.
I try that I must but I cannot write;
the ink in my hand, an outspoken sanity.
No inspiration, not of the night;
I am lost to insanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
don't say this brother you are a gifted poet, and your style beautiful I love, just keep on writting.