Ragings flourish in the noise,
Torrents.
Making me feel...
Uneasy.
Straining my sight rightfully wrong.
Obvious in the midst,
Expressing a TINY little restraint;
A raging, torrenting in the midst,
That shouldn't have been there before...
-1/17/2010-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem