Searching For Safe And Sound Poem by Fane Oat

I keep trying to be my best.
Fighting, pushing, like the rest.
Then I hit the floor,
Since I can’t go on any more.
I’m on the ground,
Searching for safe and sound.

I cry in my dreams.
Ignoring the screams.
I hide in my black cove tonight.
Until they disappear I’m with fright.
I’ll always be on the ground,
Searching for safe and sound.

Saucy with sass they yell at me,
And all I want to be is free.
My face is dark with sorrow dear,
Sadness is very familiar here.
I’m now on the ground,
Searching for safe and sound.

I wonder if one has ever gotten out,
But no it’s impossible, I do doubt.
I need to be stronger to face my fears.
But they glare at me with eyes like spears.
I’m on the ground,
Searching for safe and sound.

I’m actually wondering, can I go on?
But every day I still wake up with the dawn.
Their harsh words and menacing glares,
Add up to a zillion merciless stares.
I’m still on the ground,
Searching for safe and sound.

It’s true isn’t it?
An old man whispers with a spit.
His face is sad and cold.
I remember the story I was told.
So now I’m on the ground,
Searching for safe and sound.

She ran away, one blistery night,
She thought that no one knew.
But her face was white when they brought her back,
They almost killed her with their attack.
Now she’s on the ground,
Searching for safe and sound.

Though I’m hurt too, I feel sorry for her.
I remember how old times were.
I used to be happy, and my family too.
Before the hated people came through.
Everyone’s on the ground,
Searching for safe and sound.