So much loud, the voices, they tell me
To hold less much care and leave.
They chant with love, they want me set free.
They fight with glory, and ask me to believe.
My cell, it's cold, but also keeps me safe.
At night, it's dark, they still whisper to me
Through the walls, from their warm cells
That were once a cemetery without graves.
One day, a man, he shouted at me with fear
To become a rightous kind of prisoner.
And the woman in the right cell,
I can't quite understand her screams!
One night, a woman, she whispered so soft.
I pondered, and listened, and listened shouldn't I have.
She said words that ran through my veins.
They sickned, weakened but made all kind of changes.
And on went time, and on it goes, on going.
The cell gets colder, and the voices louder,
And their chants only seem to get less loving,
With more fights that break their walls, and egos.
When the gaurds come by finally, they will silent.
Some will die, some will run, and the cell will break.
The gaurds will stay the night and shout.
And I will help, frozen as i am, it gets numb.
Free i'll be to choose my way and get out,
But back i'll walk and take control from the one.
I'll open the doors, and look at them, and begin to recite.
I'll lead them out, but stay behind, alone to gaurd their cells.
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Of Agony And Hope
PoetryA random collection of poetry, each telling a story that only happens between the time you start reading, and the time you've stopped...
