Cuts, burns bruises
The stories that they tell
The language that they speak
The language of pain
The heroes that we meet
Survivors of defeat
The black hole within
Consuming, tearing apart
Brings them to their knees
Praying for hope
Hoping for release
Proof of their existence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your Poems could really help other victims of abuse and domestic violence realise that they are not alone and that there is hope and a way out. Great stuff, David