self inflicted pain
tears like autumn rain
sufferings to be gained
morals seldom insane...
thoughts of memories
ever existing trying to erase
heartaches to be embraced
displeasures never siezed...
torment every night and day
stung in delusive array
to where lost souls flee
the uninhabited purgatory....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your pain is well described here... good to read another poem of yours.... hope you write more