i shall be silent of your suffering
you,
who keep in inflicting upon me
the injuries of your pride
and oppression, i am numb
to your screams
i am used to your beatings,
i am silent
for despite the pain and the humiliation
you the inflicter
lives inside the prison of your guilt
without walls and bars
all open
and yet how come that you cannot escape?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a substantial write...well expressed emotion...great piece...