I've had a lot of written work for literary assignments and interests in my life, and every time its prompt is limitless I write about my world. This page holds such works that I wish to share (in parenthesis what kind of work it is).
The fields which I will roam so dearly free,
For I am safe for now that I shall live;
To look back at my past for only me,
To be selfish I won’t choose to forgive;
I live for those to see me survive well,
So their sacrifice will not be wasted;
They were my friends whose souls I would not sell,
Maybe freedom was really in my head?
For now I run and laugh when all alone,
Because there’s no one to be happy with;
Silence for me is all an unheard tone,
Is it that happiness is only myth?
- Though when I look ahead of me I wouldn’t dare cry,
- Because to save the world there’s always more who will die
Directly off a memory of waking up from a nightmare.