punched in the head
brains on the floor
but not physically dead
cant take much more
kicked in the face
blood everywhere
got to leave this place
but go where
bodys all broken
no spirit left
words are spoken
minds adrift
why live this way
leavings not always easy
as they might say
starting to feel queasy
laying there thinking
will tomarrow come
feeling hope sinking
whys it easier for some
drifting in and out
now quiet all around
wanting to shout
but dont make a sound
the sun finally rises
made it through
a night of bad suprises
a night of you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good poem, told very bluntley, how being abused feels, what one goes through. nice way of explaining it.