Sitting, listening, thinking;
A man talking about nonsense;
Needing something.
Yearning … for what?
The flow becomes hard,
harder then usual.
Can’t seem to make it work.
The words spoken are passing
me by…unheard.
HATE… surging through
me; I understand now…
I need you.
Your words calms me;
the way you write, it
soothes my soul.
GET THIS HATE
OUT OF ME!
please…please
help me.
“help me” I whisper.
help me.
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I would like to translate this poem
Help him help you................words don't come easy but like a live bullet, it could rip open your hunger heart into pieces.Beautiful writes Dolan.