You pain has reached the depth
inside the inner core.
It drives you mad and wild
be strong my precious child.
And like flesh-eating germs
they nibble at your soul.
Would you please hold my hand,
we'll keep you whole.
God's own disgusting plan
it had you riled.
Be strong for this strange man,
my precious child.
Neat words of love and comfort with room for understandable bitterness and contempt ('God's own disgusting plan') . This is for Tara and Dex, yes?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are such a wonderful and warm human being, quite apart from talented. Thank you. And I know this is for me. t x