Lord, it is really killing me.
This thing that has been
going on between me and you.
That I've never told
anyone of those dark and
secret nights and days.
And Lord sometimes I
feel like I can't turn the page.
The aches, pains, it's really a bother.
I feel l have been slaughtered.
But I stay on the same chapter
but it really hurts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem