My hurt is mine alone
for it to be felt
I should dig a hole
and pour it out
for everyone to drink
but it'll be an offer
of mud and filth
like the mirage's desert that
keeps one from quenching his thirst
and the pain crawling out of my womb
once I thought it could held me secure
but now poison flows from inside
waiting for someone
to touch it and die.
**Author's note
Hello everybody, thanks for taking the time to read this collection. As i said in the description english is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes i make. Also let me know if you enjoy them :)
Ciao a tutti, grazie per aver dedicato del tempo a leggere questa nuova raccolta. Si tratta di un esperimento, in quanto proverò a scrivere le poesie in inglese. Spero possano piacervi lo stesso e, come al solito, qualsiasi consiglio è ben gradito.
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Poetrya collection of poems "and the pain crawling out of my womb once I thought it could held me secure but now poison flows from inside waiting for someone to touch it and die. " *excerpt from the poem Overflowed* *english is not my first language so a...
