“Help me....” she cries.
She begs for you
To save her,
To make him stop.
To make the pain...
Go away.
But you can’t.
You freeze.
Solid-Steel-frozen in
horror, as you watch
him...her...the blood.
the screams. He stands.
“Wanna give her a try...? She’s feisty...”
and he laughs, walks away
leaving you alone...
and her for the
street rats.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The calamity of the effect of being 'the victim' will keep on haunting............till the end.Hi Dolan, my mind is frozen now after reading this! !