Copied Style Poem III

For now I try
To look to the sky
But find that I cannot
Find nor wish for any light
Which may yet shine
Down on my life

But deep inside
Though I know I hide
I cannot bury my pain
Nor strife

For now I wish
That things would change
That I may go now
Far away

But each time I hide
Or try to go
I feel a freezing
A biting,
Low

So for now I try
To look to the sky
Praying and praying
Yes, praying

Wishing that someday
All strife will end
And I shall no longer
Have to
Pretend