Nights dark fell on sleeping beds,
fearful woes still raw in heads,
Silenced of shock I dare to speak,
Truth so hard a friend I seek.
Pain struck cruel upon the skin,
Of burning flesh from deep within.
Drop down low as try to hide,
searing through a rolling tide.
Room so full of dulcet moans,
screams of pain within its tones.
Drifting off in death like sleep,
in this place I will not weep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautifully penned. Loved this piece..