She lives all by herself, silently and normally
But inside that shell, a wilderness is raging for free
Waiting for neglect minds somehow may hear
The moan of a monster
The moan of a poor monster
As harmless as just be tamed
Can not escape but can not be kept
So inaudible a drop of a sound
And in the agony, smell the blood she paints.
WELCOME at PoemHunter, Clarice! your 1st here is an interesting poem. Thanks for sharing and keep on writing
What a pretty poem, Short but full of feelings and emotions. Thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very well worded offering, Clarice. Thanks for sharing