As part of Latte Junkie’s Lyrical Sunday.
And a clumsy attempt at Iambic Pentameter.
The soul is trapped inside cruel beams of light,
A cauldron mixing fear and dreadful noise.
The heart compact and muscle strained within,
This writhed human shell can’t withstand more pain.
Gently stepping out embracing sun,
A calming breeze ruffles the head.
All streets are stretched and wide without an end,
The soul is free where hope and dreams remain.