Punctures to the soul
Alter its destiny
Hope that once enveloped it
Dissolves into nothing
Band-aids and gauze
Pacify the wound
But the bleed
Is incessant
Shadows mask its weakness
Cheap bells and whistles
The human mind
So easy to distract
Blood tinges the floor
when you have to wait
It's only paint, I remark
........Only paint.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
~~~I enjoyed your poem. Thanks for sharing