The drunken lullaby
That he sings
So calming and so sweet
But still it stings.
The pain inside
Cannot be masked
But the man on my bed
I am too scared to ask.
So I lay there in wait
Until he is done
Then cry my heart out
When he is gone.
He loves me and I know it
But still I cannot see
Why he keeps on singing
This drunken lullaby to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem