Crucified On Two Beds Poem by Hebert Logerie

Your heart is sick
Tonight
Mine is more gloomy
And very black
Oh! The slaps on the back
And the hard words on the back.

It's very cold inside
In spite of the heat
That burns spleens and fibers
I do not feel free
I miss one woman on earth
Now I am in hell and at war with myself.

The pain is excruciatingly excessive
My heart is submerged and sensitive
At night, everything bores me
The pillows and the rain
We are crucified in the den
On two beds in front of a huge cross.

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