The Redeemed Poem by Pranesh Varan

I live in a valley
Under the shadows of a reaper
and the living among dead
I hurt myself in the struggle
to redeem my soul and fear no evil
And I quickly learn to disguise myself
To be invisible; for without it
My very existence seem clouded
And dark as a lethal black hole
'Tis not gravity or oxygen that keeps me alive
It is hope; hope that things will change
And change for the best
For the years to come,
may it not be filled
with momentary but eternal bliss!