GUST OF THOUGHTS

Victor of the Game

A few years has passed by
Quietly, I wished but it was not
Sadly, I dread but it's all I got
Safely, I hoped but it's nothing like that.

In this unfair world I was a victim
A voice muffled by an oppressing hand
A right unpracticed, never given the chance
Since in a four walled room, I was forcefully drag.

I wish I could blame someone else for that fall
But reality is such a sick game to avoid
With no name, no power nor freedom
How am I to fight and ensure my won?

Good thing in this room, my faith in Him never leaves
The Master of the game, to whom I always pray
I knew He'll hear me and grant my peace
Today I am free and is the victor of the game.

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