She loves the
darkness.
It's like a scar on
her soul.
She constantly complains about
my drinking,
yet daily, she fades
to black.
Sleep, oh what an
escape, but she
rapes the sunrise with
worry and
dreams deferred.
I write by candlelight because
she's in a
foul mood.
It's like a tomb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Relationship are nurtured in sweet mutual respect.. let them not sour