TO ESCAPE THE DARKNESS

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Wandering in the dark forest of despair 
I hardly find any fresh breath of air
Living in a constant state of fear
Bound in chains, I am unable to dare

The dare to lift off the night
The dare to hope for the light
The dare to dream of a flight
The dare to speak up for the right

Irony is that the darkness is me!
The forest is what? the life I see!
The chains are all the pain I endure
The fear is not to reach the cure

The cure which means to unchain me
The cure to lit the darkness within me
The cure is to end the solitude around me
The cure is to CHANGE the inside me.


Momina Nasir
3rd Year

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