Hopefully not hopeless.

I don't know too much about the technicality of writing. Just form words I suppose. Critiques and pointers to help refine some of this is very much appreciated.

His voice is abound with the most piercing of sounds.

Used to dwelling in a warm place, but cold now surrounds.

He now awaits the day of a promise of flame,

An hour where hope is not all that remains.

Knowing securely that one day it shall come,

waiting for those "patient" days to turn from practice to sum, 

Where bliss becomes more than a moment,

The day where night can finally be done.

Confusions and blemish,

now where does he turn? 

He has the notions in theory and mind. 

Pleading there will still be proper opportunity to share them with his kind.

an enemy seems to be now made of time. 

Knowing how simple the answer to be, 

Knowing in the end all will be fine. 

But before that day comes is he doomed to be cuffed?

Screaming out demanding, enough is enough. 

He will not take an easy escape, 

With a long cold breath, admitting

all that is left is to wait. 

Just wait

Author's Note

pretty new at this

Reviews

[TheMadnessWithin]

I like the way this is put together, your words rhyme nicely and your vocabulary you use is colorful, its always important to use a wide variety of verbs

[chemical rave rink]

Thank you, still have to work on the flow of it. I appreciate your thoughts.