It's the inside boil, that's darker than the soil. It turns red and hot, and turns the heart into a knot. It unleashes the tongue, and everything said is wrong. It thrives to escape, and collects the anger like tape. It can be heard from far away, but nobody wants It to stay. It haunts me when I have no peace, and It leaves me at no ease. Please send me help whenever I yelp! For I know my strength is not found here, rather in heaven, which feels so near.
-March or April 2013-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. A good start, Elizabeth. Plz read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks