It's tiredness of the soul
Pause of the heart
It's the stillness and numbness
Entrance to sympathy
It's the bitter loss
Or anger that you deny
It never ends
Nevertheless
Lick your
Raw wounds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's the bitter loss Or anger that you deny nevertheless lick your raw wounds. thank you for this revealing poem of the struggles one undergo. dev
Struggles are endless....Thanks for your like