Too predictable.
That hollow wallow you want followed.
And sustained with someone else's,
Borrowed pain.
Bruised and battered,
You have not yet experienced...
To know and accept the rejection.
There are real people who have suffered,
With it done to have their voices hushed.
Faking to have your heart broken and crushed,
Is too much and too predictable...
That even Peter 'with' The Wolf,
Have become disgusted by your attempts...
To re-invent 'their' original act.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fascinating poem, Lawrence. I don't remember if I ever told you that you are mentioned in my poem POETRY HEAVEN.