Published by: Francen Anne Perez
Date Published: October 6, 2025
Time Published: 11:02 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: The cruel defeat of hope.
“I am free”—a phrase so benign I do beseech to declare.
Yet, foreordained am I, trapped through the silhouette of this lair—
I do dream of the day when I shall arise to the air,
To kiss the firmament above, and utter freedom from this misery I cannot bear.
How long till I be freed from chains of grievous sorrow?
Would my soul beareth wings to soar,
or dare it peril in an unbeknown morrow?
As the stones bear witness to such agony of a slave,
I beg of fate: let it anon bestow escape from this grave.
From my cries to flee, I yearn to be a phoenix to the sun—
Where I shall ascend and reign, thus bow to none.
But ere my wings unfold to welcome dawn,
The dusk enveloped my dreams, fleetly withdrawn.
Feathers, poised to surge against the sky,
Now falter, dulled by the scorching pain of nigh.
I tremble—voices rend my path, and cast my rise to a wretched fall.
Nathless—I believed the wings would stretch at my call.
Yet all I heard—I quoth to thee—
“Fate has spoken: wings to bear will never be.”
Howbeit my calls not even reached sighs to yours?
Long have I been locked in this misery, you promised doors.
Still not one stood tall in thy mightiest hall of lies.
Of flying, I imagined, hence I am imprisoned for life.
Hast thou not heard my prayer to soar the air?
Why may I not forsake this grief I dare not bear?
Alone, I dwell betwixt the echoes of despair,
I chant thy name, bereft of hope, laid bare.
How long shall agony alas devour me whole?
Lo! the fortune of the wretch—the shadows of a soul.
In time long sewn, I curse my fall in this hole,
The deemed doom, my turmoil for the torment in control.
And silence, my sole companion, now hold on to me—
A ruthless reminder of the light I shall never see.
I remain in this abyss, forlorn of my dream to the sun,
Entombed within this hollow lair—my unending life—forever undone.
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