A restless spirit, 
a wandering ghost
memories from lifetimes ago
and unfinished business 
these things plague my soul.
They keep me hear in this 
forgotten, abandoned
castle
I relive those days over
and over
and over 
and over
again 
This banshee                                                    is 
praying for release, 
for a change in this story
                                                              praying for something
(someone perhaps)  
to free me from this cycle
pining for a future 
that died with my heart 
praying for something
                                                                 I will never have                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    