Evil days. <br />Jealous eyes. <br />The world's alive with hateful spies <br />Sent to see my spirit dies <br />Because it might be something... wonderful. <br /> <br />Evil days. <br />Haunted nights. <br />I feel naught beyond these blights <br />Upon my soul, my heart, my mind, <br />Left by people afraid to find <br />That I might be something... wonderful. <br /> <br />Evil days. <br />Wicked dreams. <br />Tears drench my pillow to the seams <br />That are frayed from pulling, pounding, and pain <br />That floods my spirit like poison rain <br />Falling from the lips of sneering foes <br />Who fear I might be something... wonderful. <br /> <br />Evil days. <br />Hopeful dawns. <br />I will arise to face these pawns <br />Of malicious Fate, that trembling power <br />That grows more nervous by the hour, <br />Realizing that I'll not be drowned, <br />I'll not be burned, I'll not be bound. <br />His chains can't hold me, his shackles won't hinder. <br />And though my heart is fragile as tinder <br />It has ignited with fires invincible. <br />One day they'll see I'm something... wonderful.<br /><br />Seraphina Wick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evil-days-or-something-wonderful/
