to hide my pain
is hard but clear
stuck behind a cloak
of white & pure
obviously stained
of my nights longest fear
cuts to my thigh
or burns to my wrist
the easiest thing
is only to lie
my faith is turning thin
at this fall i give in
the friend you thought you knew
wishes to leave this world & you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this one, your word play is impressive.