My Dream
I am alone again
Sitting on my chair
There is a pile of books on my desk
Beside it is a lamp
The only thing that lights up my dark world
With my pen I start to write
But blood spill from my nose
The white paper become tainted with drops of blood
I look at my hands
They are trembling
I see chains on it
I try to stand
But father said, "Getting on top is the priority."
My teeth gritted in pain
I am tired
Let us stop this act
I don't wanna play anymore
To keep going and impressing
I am restless
When will you hear my voice?
When will I hear your voice?
Saying I've done enough?
Saying you're proud of me?
Why should I take the path you build?
When I have my own path too.
I look at the mirror
Only to see a different person
A shattered broken me
Who is smiling but filled with lies and hypocrisy
I'm like a puppet on your hand
With strings all over me
Swaying every part of me to your satisfaction
You said I will not be like you
Like you who is a man with great stature
But when in the first place
I don't wanna be you
I want to be myself
Myself who I know is full of dreams,
A heart with passion and unwavering courage
But right now I don't know anymore
I forget how to dream
Because for years
To live up your dream
Becomes my dream
JE LEEST
Poem-A-Week Challenge Volume 2
PoëzieHello to the Poets Pub Poem-a-Week Challenge Vol.2. We are challenging all of our members to start their own collection and write a poem each week. Here we will be featuring all of the authors who are participating as well as some of their poems...
