My eyes look out, the world find,
The plaguer of my troubled mind,
My prison whichI can not flee,
This world in whichI cant be free.
So I must live, devoid of life,
In this world of hate and strife,
Though my mind still fights, my mind still toils,
Still deep dark thoughts divide the spoils.
Until my mind, with thunderous might,
Breaks its bonds, in joyous flight,
Then as my soul takes to the skies,
I breathe my last, and close my eyes.
© Copyright 2016 Francis Berryman. All rights reserved.
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