When

Short poem

My knights are black not white,
I'm surrounded by bad men that fight.
Crime is high,
It's do or die.

When will I be free?
When will I be able to show the real me?
Will I ever fully grow?
Or will this be my final show?

Author's Note

Would love to here some reviews.

Reviews

[JC]

Very good poem :) I hope one day you will find happiness and peace.