Words
Words flow from empty pen
No beginning
No end
Cut from skin
Rip of flesh
Pain stays so fresh
Forced to stay
While you had to leave
I have to grieve
And yet believe
In love and life
But there is no light
No wings for flight
Why put up the fight
Just in spite
No where to run
My son
When everything comes undone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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