choking
on the anger
bottled up inside
tears
go streaming as he lifts his hand
hurt
swells in my chest
death
not soon enough, in a tragic life
words scattered.
thoughts incoherant
nothing makes sense
not the sound of flesh hitting flesh
or the muffeled sounds of someone sobbing silent as death
where am i
what happened
always follow his abusive hand.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There's an organized chaos to this...I like it.