Slashed,
blood on the wall.
Raped,
ripped open shirt.
It all started with a stalk,
walk away from the day your paranoia kicked in.
you accepted him,
his devilishly innocent grin.
deep dark secrets of his past,
your last day was his first.
you wished for the best,
but you got the worst.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my first review. I don't feel qualified for the most part to comment on anyone else's poetry. I did however have to say something this time. I loved this poem. I loved it. I'm not a great fan of drawn out hard to understand poetry. I'm a simpleton I guess. :) I got the full picture, and that I think, is what it's all about.