Do you know what the worst about,
having your insides turn inside out
Or maybe it’s the best, I just guess
it depends on how your willing to
look at it?
Is that after, all the pain and scaring,
o’ yes there will be scars. Some visible
outside of the eye. Once done, everything,
every thought you once had, dream, lie, truth
truth twisted, in a way, everything gone.
What’s you?
That empties, dazed, that blank
Sheet that becomes you,
That empties may very be your life line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nicely penned poem..beautiful as it paints the picture of a true life..grace