As the cold wind touched my face,
I didn’t shiver or flinch,
As the light of the moon began to fade away,
I didn’t try to find light or cry,
But as the light of the sun,
Hovered between the hills,
I flinched from the ray of light,
Bright light hit the landscape,
I hide,
Now,
As a new day began,
So the night ended,
And with that I had been summoned,
All freedom ripped apart,
All happiness broken,
All feeling,
Gone.
Every Step into the light was torture,
Every minute,
Every second,
Lingering now,
Feeling close to dying,
I stepped off my comfort zone,
And felt everything crumble,
First pain,
Sorrow,
Hate,
Loss,
Than,
Emptiness.
I was gone,
I would never be the same,
My orders,
Were now controlling me,
I had nothing to loss,
I thought,
But everything to gain,
I had to move on,
And so I have.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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