Full, 
I am empty like the rest.
The nurse that held me in her hands.
Empty, 
as the priest withheld his vows.
Upon my knees, 
where I forever knelt.
Lillies, 
made to look like sister rose.
Fountains leap up high upon one's self.
Dead, 
I rise to look once more upon the shelf.
I see a road, 
that leads me back to other worlds.
I never made.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem