If I hear news of a stabbing
Of all else it would be my son
If I hear news of someone excluded
Of all else it would be my Daughter
If I hear news someone is in debt
Of all else it would be me
Maybe I'm cursed
Right through my purse
All that I hear
Comes back to me in fear
No love for my security
No support for my cause
No comfort for my hearing
Alone I stuggle the clearing
All life I have lost
My health it did cost
All else doesn't matter
When nothing I have left to chatter
Maybe I'm cursed Right through my purse, great line, i can see every word...10
Carried a real sense of struggle and pessimism which I felt made it a strong poem. Patrick PS I love pathos in poetry!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
deep sorrow could be your gain....bless God for that.soon when they're gone you'd found the ease of your life otherwise.....wait till the next life.great write susan.