Clear salt water,
pain so deep,
tears are blood of heart,
When stabbed and left to weep.
Silence or violence,
Will jolt you down,
You fight back,
a counter attack,
and end up with a frown,
You submit to the will,
and somehow it mends itself,
I guess just needed time to heal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem