Lament of My Life
Nothing but a dream
I tell myself
but sadly it's all real
my life has ripped my heart
and would not let it seam
for it ripped open every time
I glanced into the past
So I try not to look back.
But the past made me who I am.
So how can I ignore what made me?
I look around and just want to break free.
But I'm trapped,
I can see piles of brain dead people
walking around me,
following a bell as if it was a deity.
Not asking why cause it's normal.
They don't know anything different.
I once had a dream where I was free
and know I know I am not free.
Why do I stay here? my dad? my future?
No it has to be fear that keeps me here.
Stuck with people I don't like
and people that will never understand me.
Fear pulls me back like earth's gravity
unable to get off the ground
but fear that I will become nothing
and that I will not make a sound on this ever moving world.
I want to make my mark,
cause thats all we want.
I want to be heard over the 6 billion people on this world.
This is the first poem I made it jumps around but still one of my favorites.
Copyright © Brennan Gunster | Year Posted 2016
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