I did not come
to invoke
conscience anger
nor to balm heal
all your pain
it burns aflame
but to ask that
you look deep
within mirror
there is your own
reflective image
where lies blame?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why did you want to show people my garbage can? There's a reason I don't say some things out loud.