Jagged edges to the mind
If I look … what will I find?
The tearing, wrenching hurt
That rips you as it spurts
And twists you round and round
With an eerie … silent sound
What anguish you can feel
Beneath the shield of steel
A soliloquy to pain
Will life ever be the same?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that might have been a painful experience..