It starts out as a whisper
In an unknown foreign language.
It soon becomes normal,
A part of everyday life,
Not to be understood only endured.
Day after day.
Months soon pass and it becomes
A monotony.
The whisper turns into a shout,
becomes louder each day.
never ceasing, only growing.
Day after day.
I'll smile through the pain,
till it becomes unendurable.
I'll laugh through it all,
till I become incapable.
I clasp my hands over my ears
Yet sounds still seeps through.
Louder than before.
You try and repair the wound you made in me,
But only succeed in twisting the knife.
Deeper.
Sorry, I know it's not very good but i though i might as well put it on here!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i admire the durability of that character whoever he/she maybe. i feel like i'm in that same room listening to that foriegn sound. thanks for sharing. heal that wound soon. md