Poetry
Break Free
I lost track of the winters gone by.
Your lively voice now faint in my mind,
replaced by the sorrow of silent cries.
My desperate hands reach for you,
but deeper in darkness you fall into…
Ready
His body will soon rest,
his heart and soul put to the test.
Struggles weigh his spirits down,
but still he prays without a doubt.
Not for himself or worldly things…