Shutting down interior senses, attempting to keep emotions
at bay, not wanting to experience any of the feelings
trying to escape and cause a commotion.
No one understanding the deep hurt that was placed in a
young child, now grown, with no other knowledge of how to
act in friendship.
Left on the wayside, alone in abandoned sorrow, crying into
heart and soul, because no one else would be able to
understand the effects of abuse.
Turning away and not moving forward, holding onto an empty
existence with no life to speak of.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem