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