Tiring war zone,
This place they call home,
Bullets of insults fired,
Back and forth,
Til voices go raw,
& tears run dry,
Eyes get sleepy and
Ears can block out this screaming,
Fell down around us,
Those four walls for support,
so many years ago,
running in circles,
Arguments dont end here,
hearts gone numb,
and lives made revolving,
around this pain,
we call marraige,
yeah its marraige
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I would like to translate this poem
Most marriages can be this way, but not all of them, however, this poem is great. I love your style. seems you write deep from your heart