My love is here but my mind is gone,
I turn into a monster when I'm fueled by liquor,
that's the bitter truth... I've broken the truce I secretly had with you,
even my soul morns the loss... so it jumps out my body and begins to walk,
staring at its feet it begins to weep... my body tries to speak but my soul turns his cheek,
and says...'talk is cheap'!
now standing here so alone with my thoughts to roam,
with no angel to comfort me not even a soul to make my words come to life,
feeling like I'm tasting the flames of this place called hell... where this charred peace of meat will one day dwell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful write, looking for solitude and silent moments.