Suffering in silence, you should have kept your mouth shut. Enduring the violence, how many strikes are enough?
My mind flee's.
My body stays.
Vacant in this tragic place.
It takes the beating and cowers, unseen.
Vulnerable and cold, my emotions are frozen.
Stored in time, until that moment that the violence is awoken.
From deep inside the darkness over rides, it steals the moment and grabs my throat. A punch in the gut, I've felt this before. Not now, not recent but why once more?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem