When you are dismissed from at an early age
It feels like being put in a cage
No nourishment leads to rot
You dream as child a sleep in the cot
Spirit flies high spirit flies low
Wandering where to go
The whole of me left with no boast
Dismissed I remain a ghost
Ghosts speak a word of heresy for more ghosts to come along ages of innocence to win this silence.Hopes fly with hopes anonymous..well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem outstanding write. Well done Louis