Our children in a past life

Prose poem

Don’t know what to do.
Feel so useless
You’ve been locked up years and years in hospitals now Roseberry Park;for no reason for just being.You're the sanest person I've ever met.
Punishment for nothing, for us both, for what did we do in a previous life to deserve this? we want to have children we want to be fee we are artists we need our freedom to create breaths of fresh air.

We’ve always been happy ,so who or what are we paying for with our lives is that the cruel McIntyres of Sorn Castle and Mays; The evil Cockroach of Eachwick hall soulless haunted sinners who would suck the final drop of the earth’s blood for the sake of it rather than letting our flowers grow in it. Only because they’re our flowers,children,art,poetry music...