Thousands of tears
Rush down my face.
Inside my mouth
Blood is all I taste.
Blow by blow I take
the hits in
through all of it
Not a sound I make.
I bite back
Every ounce of pain.
through hitting me
What does she gain?
A thousand tears run
down my face
but not a single
sound escapes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tears, blood, the pain you felt. So hard to comprehend. These people show no care... for they are not human!