The eyes were drained
The heart was bleeding
His ears had withered
From all the screaming
Years of torture
Locked away with a key
Hidden from vision
The truth was his plea
Reality was dawning
The cloak was erased
A twisted glare of hatred
Radiated from his face
His feelings were there
The world was waiting
His distorted truths
Were being negated
All of the rage
He built up within
Had to soak through
So where to begin
His suffering poured
And ripped flesh away,
They had to know
All of his pain
His feelings of anger are
Fleeing there core,
Destroying them all
Until his heart
Bled no more
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I would like to translate this poem
How utterly traumatic your verse is as it portrays trauma. You have surely achieved what you wanted in this Daniel, a reader who feels horrified at the suffering undergone. A ten for the drama in the telling.