You come into my dreams,
I cannot stop you,
You enter the corridor of my most inner mind,
Plundering, trampling on my hopes of joy.
You, oh long shadow of what claims to be a nun,
A nun, who judges one
From whence they leave their mother's womb.
Judge not me- the fatherless one
But judge thy own self.
Does it bother you that I am the sin that came to life?
Well, I am.
Yes, I am
And I will always be
Me
I see sorrow in this poem but in the end you stand tall. it portrays past memories too familiar too many people in ireland
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. A poignant piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.