Pretty face
Beaten blue and black,
Sunken eyes
Dwelling with pain.
She conceals it
Under thick tan;
Constant cry
Reveals the last night veil.
Drunk man, has she wed
Uses her; as a boxing pad.
She works all day long
Fearing, how night will fall.
Layers of misery
Lie untold
Leaving him;
Is not a choice anymore.
Yet! Another day
She walks down the same lane
Exchanging hellos
I watch it all
Unable to ask,
Drowned with shame.
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I would like to translate this poem
layers of misery, fine description. good. I invite you to read my poems and comment.