The sounds of pain,
the lips of terror,
the smell of rain
I need a shower
To wash away the scent
of death on my skin
the voice of regret
in my ears, does ring.
He grabbed at me
i pulled away
the knife was shiny
He stared with dismay
And then he fell...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hiya, really like this one, short and powerful, just how I like them.. well done..