Broken are the ties that hold me yet I remain
An old dog too long chained
Now freed I stay tethered by links of the past
Beaten, left exposed to weather
Now under memories blows I cower
The rain of disproval and ice of rejection
Chill aging bones
Lying in my pen of isolation
I await the master to open the door
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem