her hands half hidden in her hair
curled tense against her pounding skull
could scarse restrain the throbbing there
her sensibilities grown dull
and that perhaps explains the deed -
not violence, nor quite despair -
but finally fulfilling need
for freedom from the whole affair
of most excruciating pain -
and really nothing more implied -
before it drove her mind insane -
to find some peace! - not suicide -
but liberation! great release!
- the courage to put her hand on these -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your rhymes work so well. and your rhythm makes this piece sing. superbly done.