A Yearn for Freedom

A poem about hope.

What is Light

when Dark conquers it?

What is Peace

when War comes again?

Life 'tis not be a serene dream

but a harsh yet meaningful reality

But alas I know not life but words

I know nothing but knowledge

In my mind, I ask 

'Why does sorrow come?

Why do I hurt from pain?

Why does happiness fade?' 

It hurts like a sharp thorn stabs

It hurts like walking on broken glass

It hurts like hanging on tight rope

Still, thy sword shant kill my soul

A naive warrior I am

with no strength and glory

but with wisdom and patience

Will someone like I survive this hell?

Thy tongue speaks of me with an angel's face

but it says of only what thy eyes see

I know the evil, I see the evil, I hear evil

My good innocence has been lost

But I will never sell my soul

to the vicious Devil

My soul is of no worth to him

My soul is my own

And I will free my soul someday

from this dreamless Life of mine

Author's Note

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