Hey people!
This poem of mine is very rough around the edges. But it represents the turmoil that most of us face at some point of time in our life. The time when we are lost. When we are working towards something without knowing what we actually want. When we are following others advice and are not able to distinguish between others desires and our own. I have not been successful enough to put it into satisfactory words to portray this idea in my poem, but I hope you will take time to comment. I am a novice to the art to writing. Bear with me and help me improve people!!
I am...
I am tired,
I want to forget,
The reality of life,
And live not to impress.
In this world,
I want to be my own,
To live my dreams,
And know what I want,
I am caged,
I want to run,
Into a dream land,
Where the story has just begun.
In a place,
Where people do not judge,
And life is not governed,
By money and pain.
I am sheltered,
But I want to fly,
To face the troubles,
With my head held high.
In a land,
Where people care,
And look after one another,
While being fair.
I want to be me,
But I don't know who I am,
Changing my mind,
To whimsical fancies and speculations,
That enter my mind.
In this world,
I am thus lost,
I do what I'm told,
Because I have an alternative not.
Maybe I'm giddy as a child,
Not mature enough for the big bad world,
But help me people to find my place,
For this is my home.
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PoetryHey people! These poems are a flow of my words. Some phrases that I have jotted down when inspiration hits me. The book was to be based only on the theme - life. Thus the first few poems are on that topic, however not all the poems are now based on...
