Chained and raped
As they reap what I have sown
Drawing pictures in the sand
As they land on my soul
Lost the role in the play
Never going to make it out of
This pain
Rain washes what hurts
And leaves nothing but dirt
Across my heart
Through the craft
I draft a map
That no one discovers
For no one will ever recover
What has been lost?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem