crying my dreadful tears of anxiety.
Fearful, gutting me like a fish.
Dreams of a painless freedom.
Dreams I can only wish.
My tears of blood rejoice.
Like a child at a fair, but my feelings turn against me.
Like a lion in his lair.
My preys for an unburnt hoirzon.
Answers left alone.
My wishes for a fearless place.
A place I can call home.
My preys for an unburnt land,
my wishes for an unburnt country.
My dreams for a scareless hand.
Answers still left riddled.
Like a puzzle in the sand.
My dream of our future.
Many take their stand.

By Farran Forsyth