Silent bruises,
torn flesh of the soul,
penetrate wounds
harsh remnants of the world.
Battered existence,
barren thoughts provoke,
sarcastic hypocrisy,
dormant memories unspoke.
Tiered repertoires,
scarred heart bleeding through,
colored fragments shade torment
muted hues, black and blue.
Fleeting doubts echo,
submissive passages of time,
tattered spirit, like death
trickling ice, splintered spine.
Ambient beauty,
dreams forlorn,
oppressed empowerment
stifled and worn.
Desirous passion
etched imagery host,
cradled embrace,
energy's source.
Imprisoned heart's twin,
renewed breath of life,
eyes open wide,
freed to take flight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm speechless when I read this, Deb....now I have to breathe....