Oh my dark pain,
Won’t you let any cracks to beam?
You deprived free will from my happiness —
Now they wander like fugitives
In their own hometown.
Tiny crumbles of faith
Fear to cluster
Because of you.
Leave some seats for the light.
I’m shivering like a candle’s tiny flare
Alone in the night.
Tell the thunders to call a ceasefire,
Let the clouds calm down.
Don’t blow so hard—
Just breathe,
Stoke my fire up.
Face the truth:
This war
Will never end.
A plea from a soul trembling in war — asking the night to soften, the storm to pause, and the light to dare return.