Non-Rhyming Poem

A Void Empty Shell,
Is What I Have Became,
With Only My Hopes
To Lead Me Away

I dash across the fields
In hope of survival
But everywhere I go,
I am forced away

I travel along
With only fantasties and Dreams
That one can call impossible
My heart slowly grows darker,
Into one of anger and confusion

What Is My Destiny?
That I always wonder
I continue on
Just to Find Out.