Loving Jen. - draft 1
Whilst the demons that curse her ravage her head,
in ignorance and judgement i dared to tread.
My loved one lays in agony, torment and dread,
as in the serenity of slumber I share her bed.
My entrapment is different and created from naivity,
with forced isolation, I created my own captivity.
In self indulgence and desperate self pity i escape,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem