An Uncertain Future
Every day I walk to work, I tremble with fear,
No knowing if this morning will be my last.
I’m not certain I will ever escape from here,
And move to a place that won’t judge me for my past.
I can’t say that I’m very proud of what I’ve done,
But it’s only because of my will to survive.
My childhood was full of violence, not fun.
The first time I killed someone, I was only five.
When you live in a country that has only war,
Being a child is an impossible thing.
Whether or not you know what you are fighting for,
You just pray for peace and the quiet it will bring.
Copyright © PJ Scheidel | Year Posted 2017
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