This Pain
“This Pain”
It’s hard to bear.
So sometimes I wish,
Nobody would care.
Is This Home?
Is this prison,
or is this a cage?
Is this anger,
or is this rage?
What I Want
I want to be free as a bird in the sky.
I want to become a published author
and pass on a book of advice to my daughter.
I want to be loved and give love
Though I Am Long Dead
I shall not cry
or be ashamed
of my past
of my failures
of my hurt
nor of my
pain.
Freedom
Freedom is the most beautiful thing
I took for granted,
She was once in my life but then she vanished.
I ended in a cell cold and lonely,
I felt stranded,
feeling like what happened?