My Sentimental Diversity Poem by Mark Nixon Legaspi

Something hurt, something dark refused to love
Locked heart in the cage of seclusive life
Nor happiness and joy, I caused my strife
Flood of tears, inside the inferno rove

Something love, something bright feel waiting still
Still believing, pursuing, fighting soul
Begging for joy and singing carmagnole
To oppressed the hurt and sung the life's will

Something solace, something thorns of anguish
Where I want to be? In the gates of prize?
Or in the corner of hatred and perish?
Though answer covered in the realm of thought
Nowhere to be found in the dew of time
Living in the midst of the peace and fought