They called the heavens
It poured instead
It was to help me, they said
My heart turned as black as the ravens
They held endless meetings
To seek divine intervention
They said I needed redemption
They didn't ask of my feelings
They coaxed and cajoled
Wailed ululated and burnt incense
Claiming it was to return my innocence
They believed I'd been misled
They tortured my mind
Said I wasn't the child I was supposed to be
I think they were right, maybe
Maybe I had left the child behind
They have given up on me
and those were the sweetest words if ever
and now I plan to spend forever
showing them I'll always be the defiant me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting concept but you could have explained who (they) were. Its a tad ambiguous if you don't mind me saying so. Warmly, Jerry