Like a leper
cast into an emotional desert
I wear my sins,
scab encrusted over my body
A white hot sun of guilt,
searing down relentlessly
Remorse, burning sand,
incinerating my soul.
The redemption I seek,
a distant mirage.
At night, the cold air
wraps me in a
freezing cloak of sadness
and utter despair.
Far away, twinkling stars
mock with merry retribution.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Alan this is a very powerful piece. I had to read it a few times as it struck a cord straight to my very soul. can I possibly use it in my christian outreach program?