Aftershocks of mental anguish
submerge you into submission.
Turn yourself in as the culprit,
without your friends’ admonitions.
You wish you had the moment back
when faced with his proposition.
You wish your mind wasn’t impaired
when in his physical prison.
His reign of terror is the cause
of untreated combat fatigue.
You counter it with repression,
but despite efforts, you still bleed!
(March 26,2007)
You wish your judgment wasn’t impaired when you were in his physical prison. Excellent write, very deep and well worded, you did very good on this one, keep up the good work
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I would like to translate this poem
A very good poem with many different ways you could take it. Great job, Micheal.