I thought I can have everything,
If I will play the game.
I thought I can prove something,
If I can put up a flame.
I thought I can be strong,
If I will find a place to belong.
I thought I can be at home,
If I seeked a breathing room.
While I'm trying to have everything,
I just lost the game.
While I'm trying to prove something,
The flame seems just nothing.
While I'm trying to be strong,
I can't find a place to belong.
While I'm trying to feel at home,
The agony has yet to prolong.
I lost everything,
While playing the game.
I just lost my bridal,
And forget the proposal.
I can't prove something from it;
The flame was there but its too late.
I can't even do one thing better,
To silence the mouth of those teasers.
I can't make myself strong,
As I answer the question "Where do I belong?"
I was weakend by these unjust uncertainty,
And it was nothing but the reality.
I don't even have a home,
As the agony won't leave me alone.
I can't find somewhere that I can call my own,
It hurts, and I'm feeling it for long.
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Modern Poet's Masterpieces
PoetryMost of my right-ups were originally made by me a few years ago, as I start writing 8 years ago (2006). But it was just publish this year, as I discover wattpad just this year (2014).