You cast the stones i use to build the walls that stand around me.
Inside these walls, i scream and shout, but still no one has found me.
I scratch and claw. to climb the walls, but they fall down around me.
So i sit and stare, King of Dispair, cause thats what the world has crowned me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem! I love it