I met you on 1st August 2019
As I walked a long the street
You where sloshed and stranded,
My inside was moved,
I showed concern just for your sake
Your life was reborn and now you are happy,
What about me?
Now you treat me trash
to you I am a mop to use and throw away
whenever you feel like
tables and chairs know better
the agony and despair that faces me
All I Did wrong was to love you.
I no longer have a say
whenever I talk you hit me hard
with a mountain of insults
Sloping and kicking is the order
of our entire relationship
why me, that picked you from hell
All I did wrong was to love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem