The deed is done,
the knife is red,
the war has begun.
There is no turning back,
it is a battle of wills,
who wants peace more.
You yell and grab the knife,
he says I'll kill her,
I say it's no big deal, I'm fine.
When hours seem like weeks,
and days seem like years,
silent storms rage,
and indecision plagues the mind.
Every day,
I die a little more
trying to protect him
and trying to let no one see,
we are not at peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
seems like it's based on a true story...very impressive...