violence of the past
lingers in my mouth
I spit it out
yet it remains
dominating my senses
a blade the trigger
releases the shadows
haunting my dreams
my tongue tied
this smile fake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not a bad little rant, i am not sure whether this is yet a poem but there are some nice wording in this, i am not an expert in spelling or grammer but i think there should possibly be a comma in this little section a blade, a trigger regards V