she killed her baby
with a crack pipe;
lying on the floor,
watching roach drawn carriages
take the prince and the princess
to the ball!
the bruises on her face
throbbing in the dim light;
the dull ache of faith
devoured by demons too
real to shake...
her baby's lips frozen,
forever searching!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tragic........i feel, i dont know how to explain this...but it such a full feeling poem, just dont know how to describe 'I'm shocked' LOL...well penned! _Unwritten Soul