Twisted Souls
The world twist and turns.
Thus my soul surely burns.
Life leaves, yet is still there.
Nothing is ever really fair.
To hear the cries of a million strong.
No, it’s not something I did wrong.
They lash out at me.
When all I want is to be free.
Written by: Roger Hoyt
Very nice.
Thank you Joanna. I’ll be creating more in the near future. Maybe when I get 100 poems. I’ll put them in a book.