Walk with me upon these prickly stones
my dying soul seek to be atone
I roam the deserts, for I am disown
do not ask me where I’m going, destiny unknown
long time ago my soul overthrown,
found guilty before I was born.
A walking corpse, love did not find me worthy of its affection,
with all its power and might , I was sentence to a life of pain
©2022 Micheline Jean Louis