oh, freedom how I miss your embrace
the way sunshine would sweep across the face
the eyes were entrusted to the beauty of the world
now thrust into wind gusts scarred to be open,
waiting to shut.
twelve years ago, the word was spoken
every hour since, each day growing thin, the curse unraveling its power
how long before time weighs these chains to rust?
how far can faith be stretched but, unbroken?
how long must my heart contend and my body wait?
tell me not another day and save me, save me, save me
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Ouidas' Rose
Poetrya collection of rambles, of shattered letters, of quiet musings and heart throbs that feel like drum drops someone grab my teddy bear so I no longer feel the darkness
