The Caged Soul

The treacherous plans of destiny,
Take toll on soul sometimes,
With the dark clouds hovering over the skies of ambitions,
Vision gets blurred with the dust of an unending storm,
Desires seem to be caged in the memories of past,

Running in the howling wilderness,
It's the time when the voice inside starts screaming for freedom,

Freedom from anger and disaffection,
From grief and resentment,
From the pain deep down that pulls self down,
And drags to the trough of despair. . .