Waiting For Trial

The nightmare continues, tormenting my soul, it’s never ending work, rising out of this hole. 

I just wish to live in peace, the devil’s trials never to cease.

I feel like the Indians, my dreams taken, my life shaken.

Should I stay and fight, or flee and find a new way,

The loneliness gives me strength, but it is not without its cost,

The price of defending my life is high as reminded everyday by my sighs.

I envy the happy people of this world for I am not among them.

I will always be alone in my soul.