The Forest of Shadows

#poem #country #freedom #hope 

A solitary and tall figure wanders through the lone forest of shadows.

He seeks a home under the silvery moonlight.

His brown eyes are a reflection of the ancient stars.

His heart is weighed down by secrets, hidden scars, and suffering.

The swirling wind whispers tales of a lost and broken soul.

He is trapped in chains of sorrow, and seeks redemption and revival.

The Acacia trees sway in the cool breeze, their branches reaching out like eagle's talons.

But the dark figure walks alone, shrouded in self-doubt and fear.

In the depths of a mystic river, a forgotten secret lies hidden in plain sight.

The past is reflected in his mirror, and the truth never fades away.

He gazes into the murky depths of the water.

All he sees are ghosts of dancing men and women he has killed.

The Katazamiti flowers bloom in the dark.

The lone figure picks up a dull yellow flower and holds it gently. 

He feels the stem's sharp and barbed thorns.

Despite the passing years and harsh soils, the tree remains a symbol of resilience.

It reminds him of his pain and remorse.

As the dim stars fade into the morning, a glimmer of hope appears.

He feels warm tears on his face as a new day dawns.

He stands tall, casting off the burden of his secret life.

He touches his haggard and unshaven face and feels the ruggedness of time.

In this musky forest, he finds a peaceful release.

His past dominion was darkness and stealth. 

He has killed for his motherland, enemies both within and outside.

Nevertheless, his pain never subsides.

With each step, he uncovers the evils of his masters.

Now is the time to fight the darkness.

And restore the sanity of his beloved country.