A Voice

There comes out a voice,

Singing far down from the dungeon.

It reaches me though an unclear voice,

and words are implicit too.

A puzzle to me to define her expression.

She must be mourning for her sufferings, I assume

Yet her song ain't a melancholic,

Into a hardship she is,

Quiet a reverse she sounds. 

She sounds a blend of optimistic and powerful,

like she will see the sun again.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

At first I thought the voice was pitiful.... but then as the poem progressed... there was hope and her voice was upbeat and enlightened.... thank you for sharing
Warmly, B