Lingering thoughts lost in the afterglow.
Sting my soul blow after blow.
Every tear and every curse,
Sparks an outcry, an emotional outburst.
Uncertain, alone and unknown,
I am a guilty man, waiting to be stoned.
Mercy, leniency,
I am begging for clemency.
But to my chagrin,
All I got was silly grin.
What an awful way to end such bliss
Which I believe is a “miss”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem