Shattered glass,
Cigarette ash,
Muffled cries for help in pain,
Cries in vain,
Boots running for the door,
Her body could take no more,
Face broken bruised,
Not the first time abused,
Husband smelled of beer,
Asked forgiveness and shed many tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad, but nicely written poem! Wonder where you got the idea for this? Anyway, keep up the good work! - Dona -