Fear me
In each part of wounded heart
Agony in me
Symphony in you
The pain
The taint
Smiling evil
Sweet face
Sweat surface
Nasty talks
Arrogance walks
Upon truth
Fear me my dear
For my ultimate compassion
Could be your disastrous deception
Upon your mother’ s bone, cursed
And only shame
Over regret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel the smoke rising in words cast at the faceless arrogance that is played out in thoughts against an arrogant one, or the author is good at writing the scene of this, ++++10...regards