I'm still ALIVE!A Poem by deadlifeTo them and to their unrealistic expectations, those are killing your dreams.
They tied me to the sun, and I let them, as I always do. The sun, burning with their desires, their expectations, their dreams… And my dreams, oh, were taken away from me; they’ve also torn my wings. I was lost without my identity, And I couldn’t do anything. The sun was burning wildly and it’s hurting me. I wanted escape but like a tree I couldn’t move. They held my roots, were not letting me move and It’s hurting me more. I was screaming in pain, but like an ant. No one was noticing me, no one could ever. As if, I was nothing, my life’s not worth living. But I was screaming - Don’t kill me like this Please listen to me – Please! - I begged, I cried, I died. My soul was burnt. I was in pain. It was unbearable, and for once, wandering off the dreams, my gaze searched for an umbrella, because I knew they would never listen to my cries, and I needed shade against these flames of their burning desires. So…I was giving in,When from my inside I heard,
~ Live your dreams, you’re still alive ~
Someone whispered gently, but firmly. I couldn’t imagine that I was alive but somehow, I’ve started feeling it in. Now I’ve wiped off my tears. I know my time will come. I just need to fight. I won’t surrender my dreams. Let there be fire. Their sun will not hold me anymore, I’ll melt it. I’m burning now… burning with rage. I’ll fall over myself to be me! Because I know, now, all I need is to CHANGE! Words used: imagine – ant – wandering – tree – shade - wildly – tears – fall – gently - umbrella © 2008 deadlifeFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on July 13, 2008 Last Updated on July 19, 2008 AuthordeadlifeNew Delhi, IndiaAboutI was born. I live. I'll die. I know nothing. Where I came from? Where will I go? I'm ignorant of my existance. I'm uncertain of myself. No beliefs. No religion. No god. Know Go.. more..Writing
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