Coming off the chest
and through the mouth
after a million
(probably billion)
hours
of self denial
of disastrous smiles
Can I now
fully commit
to admitting
This is hell?
The face
I grace
always stood
in the way
shooting sighs
that pierce
like armor
piercing rounds
The same old skin
The same old stare
The same old
same old
If I shrieked
would I finally
have a life?
You will surely have a life. A nice piece of work from you. Thanks for sharing it with us. E.K.L.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really good man, different but good.