Moaning and groaning.
Groaning and Moaning.
Man I wish this moment to be over.
Tugging and pulling.
Forcing your way through.
Knowing this isn't the right thing to do.
Yelling and slapping.
Until I couldn't no more.
Feeling like my life was no more.
No one in site.
No one to reach out to.
Moaning and groaning.
Groaning and moaning.
Here comes a bundle of joy.
From a journey of hurt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem