Hurts hurled from a childhood netherworld
Blames that lay shame about this shepards herd
Guilt glistens sharp with every accusing word
No clean sounds can be sounded, yelled or merely heard
From where it comes, it roars forth from
A lions mouth with lies born south some
South of hell, the angels still yell to come
But I’m alone to fight from sure backward redrum.
Surreal and beautiful write. Don't allow anger to conquer you. I added you to my friends' list. :) G.
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I would like to translate this poem
You have real visceral talent here, great imagery, and strung out on a narrative of power and force. Keep writing, focus, tell your story.