Carnage on the floor,
left abandonee in gilt and shame,
quake rumbles with out your name,
take away the scares,
bleed me with leeches,
place me on life support,
living up in bleaches,
gives one a nose bleed,
beaten then left behind,
just not your kind,
aching, bruised and broken,
damage control must be done,
to you batter son.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nose bleed. thanks, O poet real watcher.