My eyes are black
My nerves are red
Shattered
But there is no hatred,
No rage.
Just pain.
And an open wound,
Gouged,
Salted,
And left to heal,
Leaving a blemish,
A reminder – for one day’s conversation, when we revisit it again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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