The deepest pain is silence
It hurts so deep, it cuts like a knife
Prickling and twisting her gut until she loses her Innocence
It comes as fast as a tsunami
And disappears as slow as an Ipsum driving on a dirt road full of pot holes
There is a reflection of pain in her eyes, as she fights back tears.
Her Limbs, Heart, Muscles crippled
In her life you're the one thing she fears,
She knows when he's from a place he promised her he would never go
He smells like his been swimming in a pool full of whiskey
She sees him, a tear runs down her face
Wondering what happened to the man she fell in love with
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I would like to translate this poem
aw, this sucks. not the poem but your sadness and I definitely understand your plight. much of my work is dedicated to my betrayer. I wrote something called my bad man or under roofs of rage that pretty much mirrors your work and pain. I understand, lord do I. thanks for writing this I totally identify.