pretenders
hack mind
games lack
turmoil
conflict of
hurt soul
real pain
is rarely
expressed
in words
coherent...
groans
heart sobs
bleed genuine
emotive conflict
when it is
vented
it labours
in emotive
sobs
vibrates
an exorcism
split division soul...
seeking atonement
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem