Sucked bone dry by love
Slapped in the face by its iron glove
Living in this empty desert scene
Colourless, just give me shades of green
Made into an empty broken shell
Being this way is pure hell
Sleep that infrequent visitor
Like a visit from loves own inquisitor
Eating a distraction
There is no satisfaction
Knotted stomach all the time
Like the grain of mountain pine
Just a sickness with a heart full of pain
Like being soaked to the skin without the rain
Unfathomable to the naked eye
Wallowing as a pig in the sty
How long will it last
Love let me loose from your mast
Untie my shackles, set me free
To be normal again, like I want to be
Adria, depends on how big the pen is and if they can do anything else, i dont think they would be happy, so it does
interesting composition, sickness of the unloved, nice title you gave justice to your content.......10
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I would like to translate this poem
Loved reading this one. The first 2 lines by themselves have enough content in them to make up the entire poem. Brilliant!