It was only a paper cut -
I sliced my finger on an envelope -
It festered and in the end
I needed saline spray and antibiotics.
Like the sharpness of your tongue
It hurt for days and made me all neurotic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tim, now this is a poem that is clever in many ways. Injury of heart and body are different pains...which one hurts the most? Loved this piece of poetry.10/10 Ian