Poets & Poetry

The chained struggler

As the sun rises and sets,
I curiously wonder how swiftly time passes,
As quick as light and speedy jets.
With every enthusiastic dawn and mystic twilight,
The isolation, the terror returns with each dark night.

As the sun rises and sets,
The vicious forces sustain unharmed.
And here, I strive to espy through dusty nets.
Raged but cuffed I stand,
Not a step I can advance from this cowardly land.

As the sun rises and sets,
Optimistic and stubborn I do remain.
To perceive this deadly aura, tougher it gets.
But my struggle shan’t end here,
For I sense the roar of my victory very near.