I want to write a poem which I can't start writing.
Neither the hand I write with nor the tongue should be mine.
The words I've never heard of
Left on my mind from an unspoken language.
I want to write like no one can read my misery
Nor understand my feelings buried deep in my soul
Musics, that I left listening to, should play in my ears
I must write the things that I'm afraid of sharing
The things I can't confess even myself.
The sentences should flow without my notice
There must be no dark secrets left behind
When I put the final dot on paper.
The inhaled air I take when I fold and tear the paper
Should take off the grief of my existence
And wipe off my worries, my defeats, my regrets.

I want to write a poem which I can never finish.