As I lay me down on concrete,
so begins the manipulation.
Feet are wiped on my clothes,
My belongings, stolen and destroyed,
My hair becomes matted,
face, sliced and bloody,
but I cannot get up,
I cannot move,
I am paralyzed, unable to remove myself from this trench,
So I am doomed to stay here, unyielding...
as a doormat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow. oddly enough reflects some of my feelings at times.amazing way to capture a feeling. you have talent