Category : Poems
Sub Category : N/A
I write again, gathering the piece of paper
Left on the table with my thoughts.
I am writing again although yesterday
I wrote the last words.
But today it already seems like an eternity.
I write, because only through what I write,
Can I release the thoughts I have kept
Throughout my loneliness nights.
I write again, through the tears I want to shed.
I write again because I want to listen to myself.
I write about words I can't say,
About all my emotions I can't live sometimes.
I write because it's easier for me than to speak,
To use words that are easily lost
In the background of my dramas.
I write because I don't know where to go,
I write because I have to live before being dead.