Prisoner of Hope by distractedbydestiny, literature
Literature
Prisoner of Hope
In the loneliness of my white room,
All that was light is now overshadowed in gloom.
My soul cries for deliverance and all I feel is hurt,
So much so that though I make my attempt,
I cannot even speak a word.
Try as I may to escape and to run,
But I am on my last rope in more ways than one.
I've tried all I can,
With every effort I made.
But now my weakness has overpowered my strength.
I really do believe,
There is no release.
From all of this pain that is trapped inside of me.
Some wonder why I am always alone,
For that one,
All of my possessions I'd readily disown.
A flame inside that burns without end,
O if only my broken
O my precious beautiful one,
I ask my God, what more perfection could he with you done?
My own mind could never possibly comprehend,
How much love for you in my heart I hold deep within.
With every daily affair,
Your sweet embrace I always feel near.
I keep the memory of you locked inside my mind,
As I look into the vast sky and give a deep sigh.
Hoping you may be thinking of me too,
O the desire becoming ever so powerful just to be with you.
As the week goes by, I long for the day,
My day of joy when I can see your beautiful smiling face.
Gazing into your soft brown eyes,
I see all of my needs, all my desires.
To glance around
O my precious beautiful one,
I ask my God, what more perfection could he with you done?
My own mind could never possibly comprehend,
How much love for you in my heart I hold deep within.
With every daily affair,
Your sweet embrace I always feel near.
I keep the memory of you locked inside my mind,
As I look into the vast sky and give a deep sigh.
Hoping you may be thinking of me too,
O the desire becoming ever so powerful just to be with you.
As the week goes by, I long for the day,
My day of joy when I can see your beautiful smiling face.
Gazing into your soft brown eyes,
I see all of my needs, all my desires.
To glance around
Prisoner of Hope by distractedbydestiny, literature
Literature
Prisoner of Hope
In the loneliness of my white room,
All that was light is now overshadowed in gloom.
My soul cries for deliverance and all I feel is hurt,
So much so that though I make my attempt,
I cannot even speak a word.
Try as I may to escape and to run,
But I am on my last rope in more ways than one.
I've tried all I can,
With every effort I made.
But now my weakness has overpowered my strength.
I really do believe,
There is no release.
From all of this pain that is trapped inside of me.
Some wonder why I am always alone,
For that one,
All of my possessions I'd readily disown.
A flame inside that burns without end,
O if only my broken