I grow up in War trying to hold the pain,
Struggled to accommodate contentment,
And how could love feel like this again
Like a lifeless dream waiting for luck to salvage.
While I am dragging myself untimely for next victim I could feed on.
Commotion like I am waking through a nightmare and I can't keep on.
Why when I declare Love and War is involved
And When I stop combating, and love give up the ghost.
I grow up in War trying to hold the hurting,
Blood clogging in my vein like a boxer's bruise from internal bleeding.
And how could love fail to lecture peace through utterance.
Now I still keep a grudge like vagrant does to iciness.
Why love these days is traced by a compass of divergence and contest?
With my next door couple still inhabit jointly throughout detest.
Why when they declare Love and War is involved
And when they stop combating, and love give up the ghost.
08/07/2014 22: 01
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem