I never felt the sand...I was covered
Like all women of my tribe.
I heard screams behind me, 'Come
Back, you will die...' I kept walking,
...they were my brothers and sisters.'
Some screams I will never forget...
Some I will always remember...
'In my harem...'...'you among others...'
'In your place there can be no
Other...'
I chose suicide...for a God who
Chose suicide for His Hell...
Do I forgive Him now?
Has He forgiven me?
Where am I now?
Elysabeth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Elysabeth! Splendid write here! Thank you for sharing! *10*! Thad