I’m rapped in the black roots of misery
Drowning, tangled, buried.
Years of dirt
Lies, tears and you.
I want to forget
I try, oh, I try.
Trying to hide all that I’ve ever known,
so I could forget you.
But I’m lost in this grave
Blackness growing through my veins.
The roots you have planted before you left.
I keep nurturing them
for all I keep feeling inside is hate
just hate
Hate…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow...great. probably my favorite one of yours.