The Lark

Trapped by the darkness of my despair,
Bound by the life I long to repair.
Wanting to break those chains that hold,
Away from tears; sad, dark and cold

Those mocking smiles, those nasty eyes,
Pierce like knives, cold as ice.
Behind their smiles; a knife to strike down,
The curse of torture and thorny crowns

The color ‘round me fading slowly away,
Swallowed by darkness, silent as I lay.
The lies told, promises broken,
Pierce like knives on hearts forsaken.

All alone in this world of hate,
I sit in the dark; patient to wait.
Surrounded by people, eyes taunting,
Like ghosts, unseen yet threatening.

I run and run, as fast as my feet would,
Aiming for nowhere, as long as I could.
Beyond the darkness, my hope lies,
Away from a land of broken dreams, hopeless cries.

Finally, I see light in the sky,
A contrast to darkness; I raced with hopes high.
I reached the end, a paradise in the dark,
Bathed in light I flew; A lark.