Olga's poem

I lay beneath a tree,
the sky masked in darkness...
Right when I thought I was free,
They came back to capture me.
My eyes held no kind of sharpness,
They were empty and oh, so dull,
Then excruciating pain,
shot right through my skull.
I stood, and dashed across the dreary land,
Hoping someone, anyone, would give me a hand,
Even though I knew I wouldn't get banned,
I still hoped oneday I would see, 
My dear, dear, family
But, alas, It seemed my fate did not fare well,
For they caught me,
and dragged me back to my cell.