Poem

Poem - #61

Title: A Low-Life Confession

I long to be among the leading packs
Of wolves and dogs and of stray cats
Or fly and soar and head the flock of birds
But starting life of this low-life herd

So I drown myself in the deepest trouble
Tried risking my thoughts by pricking the bubbles
In my heart screamed the word to stop
But as part of the pack, need to be on top

And I started driving myself to the road of nowhere
With my pride I proclaim, no one can stop but stare
Almost have fainted when my wheels were strangled
In this road I proclaim my life was doubled

I muffled my ears and listened to no one
I am all by myself and they all are none
No! I speak ill, the worst that can be
And surprised the world the truth about me

I started living the crooked life of all
In my face reflects, though, innocenct and small
For the shadow of my life was left so hidden
And my story is written in a book forbidden

These tiny coffin-nails started my flight
Those hell-flavoured water was so good in my sight
Worst of all was when I was hugged by greed
This tiny life-changing crystals has my life to speed

I was soaked in a bubble from my newly meet friends
For its presence have lingered and in it I depend
Being one of those few who knows its beauty
I am now in a flock and above I can flee

And as time passes, lapse and made me more in proned
I was blinded and begging for this tiny little croon
Day by day i would pray, time after time
Need to burn for happiness until my last drop of dime

On chance was I need and so did mysely try
Working my way back up, put myself up high
But the tick of the time has told me no room to grow
For my life was a mess and my life is so low

Well, I need to embrace and be fed with the sting
I can never live again the way a human being
The world has swallowed my soul, burned my life
And my days are beginning to become nights

I came in this world full of wisdom and deeds
And my life will end nothing but a grain of self-greed.