Scream

Waiting

in the silence

for the dreary day

to turn

 

Waiting

in eternity

for my voice

to be heard

 

Watching

with a frown

as the world

goes round

 

Listening

to a world

that doesn't know

its mold

 

Waiting

for a moment

where I become

the hero

 

Singing

to the angels

so they'll give me wings

 

Listen to the voice

who happens to be me

I am the voice of history

I am the voice to all our dreams

 

So why the ignoration? 

Why the pack of doubts?

Why the constant fighting?

Why the lies throughout?

 

If you'd only listen...

Author's Note

This poem needs work. S.O.S.!

Rag--I edited alot after writing this part. :)

Reviews

[O. Ragnarok]

This is a nice piece, conceptually. Change only occurs when you have a hand in it, or something like that, no? Maybe that's a bit of a stretch...? What do you need help with? This is really good.