Never Meant for Me

I wrote this poem, but it just feels awkward in verse form. Think it would be better as prose? Comment your opinion, please!

Years pass
hidden
away in a drawer,
forgotten by others,
unknown
to me.
The contents
are revealed
many
years later,
Reminiscent
of things that
used to be.
A memory surfaces
in the form of
a letter
many
pages in length.
Blow away
the dust and read
words
that were never meant for me.
A name appears,
my own,
alongside of a hope
that I'd held onto for so
long.
Hope that, as written,
was never meant to
be.
Conversations,
conventions,
I was not aware of
fill
the pages,
and I discover the
truth
of what was
never meant to be told.
Though it is years
old, I realize
my hopes
were all in vain.
Feelings
trust
are all broken.
The love,
faith,
freely given,
I withdraw in
pain.
Because of
what will never be
meant
for me.

Free

Into the end
we plunge before
the fall.
Driving ourselves,
furiously,
against the
fear
permeating our existence.
We ride,
unable to suppress
the sweet defeat of freedom.
For we are only
released
from the bonds we hold
when we are
beaten.
Thrown to the dirt
in the midst of our
meager lives,
we give up our last
breath
to the One we leapt for.
Only when we are
dead
to the world,
but alive to those
who have also trusted the unseen, and
believed,
will we truly be
free.

Their World

Echoes rage through the water.
Children laugh,
But not
there.
Troops trudge through bloody mire,
again wishing for a
true
honor to claim.
Their world spins
slowly
while their home
resumes its pace.
Still
their hearts throb for normalcy
but they move on,
valiantly,
to meet their
fate.