Destroyed by fate

I’ve been to places were humans are hung like animals,
Caught and slaughtered; ate by cannibals.

Brought to justice with the little resurrection,
Frees the wild; captures the enclosed.

Stepping through the puddles of blood.
Know what i'm feeling inside; finding truth in the haze.

Dream of days when the sky was still blue,
Silky gray clouds; all of my fear fall like a fantasy.

Ian Robert Potapoff