Here is another failed attempt,
At freedom.
Here is a false sense of completion,
Ripped away.
Here is my last string of hope,
Cut off.
Here are the flowing tears,
Run dry.
Here is another memory,
Put aside.
Here is a chance of happiness,
Taken away.
Here is a given opportunity,
Never seized.
Here is acceptance of truth,
And letting go..
Here, in the verses of a poem,
I think you can see,
I'm already torn.
