I walk through an open door
the scent of tears and despair filling my lungs
visions of those in my past are waiting in the Foyer
the one who brought me here holding my arm
I didn't think I'd be back here so soon;
the place I'd been living for so many years..
Thought I'd finally found my exit out
believed I was at last free of these painful restraints..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem