Sharp,
Biting,
Stabbing.
The pain hits every step I take,
And it only gets worse.
Why?
Why every time I think it's over,
Do I find another thing wrong with
me?
Burning,
Aching,
Throbbing.
It just won't go away.
Why won't it go away?
Can you please take it away?
Feel like I'm gonna die...
Or at the very least, cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Raw pain in a catchy form for me. After the why and the cry shall come a smile. Wait patient, observe and write. I will read more when I can find time, thank you for share.