Why must I watch days go past my window?
Is there no hope for a grieving soul,
captured beneath in a fiery place?
If thy heavens are far, then where does a good soul,
find a solace in his land?
Is this animation, a jokers entertainment?
Where can one find a comedy without laughter?
Slavery is unkind, to the untrained eye,
you must seek what you see,
and see what you seek.
Do not reach beneath the water,
with the intention of a stirring solace.
I wrote this poem when I was reeling particularly lonely, yes, I know it is one of those poems that is either terrible, or terribly good. Please don't be cruel..
