Dripping pain stained eyes,
Crimson veins flooded of flowing lies.
In vain that of the same claims,
Broken of the spoken stems a girl stuck in ways.
Iron wall’s falling in downpours of depression,
Of future’s once set in stone set now in unbalanced expression.
In prowess of a bonded heart’s duty should shelter thy who hold possession
And never shall they answer that which should never pose question.
Joe.H
22/10/2012
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I would like to translate this poem