-room one
Occupied.
Do not disturb.
A piercing scream
A muffled shout
The crack of flesh on flesh.
And a sob,
A hopeless, pathetic sob,
Like a the wail
Of a cornered dog.
-room two.
Occupied
Do not disturb
You can hear children crying
Hear the mothers sigh.
‘oh he hit me’
‘no I didn’t’
The endless drone
Like a chicken pen
-room four
Occupied
Do not disturb
A whimper is heard
A grown man
Of at least 35.
Cry pause cry.
Cry gulp cry.
Time to move on,
The sound is sadder than a wolfs lonely cry.
Room five
Do not disturb.
Nothing.
you are writing about the way people are abused and don't speak about it. eventually it is goign to kill them.. emotionally or physically.. you good a good job.. a well done poem
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I would like to translate this poem
I like it....its like a mystery thats showing wats realy goin on behin close doors