Rising Sun, Beaten Earth

It is a new day, but it does not feel like it.

My spirit longs to be free,

and my very soul cries for a touch of humanity.

A savage beast has claimed every remnant of the person I used to be,

and left behind an orphan of sorts.

I struggle to reclaim,

but I cannot fight for that which is mine.

My strength has vanished,

and I look in vain for it.

I beg for an intervention from one I used to know,

but he is silent to my pleadings.

I wonder whether he sees or hears me,

for all I am now is Beaten Earth under a Rising Sun.