Praveen Kumar 
watching the kids play i stood there on a slow afternoon in a room full of emptiness;
the memories and dreams broken and haunting me still as i speak to the atmosphere and i fall into myself;
beauty is the what the eyes behold beneath this skin, no one can see the darkness or the fear;
as I rush home through the night my mind fumbles around for some kind of truth to relieve me from this ordeal;
standing here hidden from those prying eyes I'm absorbed in thought, pretending to be happy for one more day;
here i am at the fork of my life's road silently screaming angry and confused;
as the echos of silent lights swirling and twinkling filled the eerie darkness of the night the struggle within gets harder everyday;
praying for a better day to put this pain to a bitter rest I look up to the sky (and into my father's eyes, watching me and gently smiling,) as i seek to achieve my freedom;
as rough as the road may be, the reward I seek is greater than gold, for what I seek is me, what i seek is my life;
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great poem
great poem
this poems is beautiful i love it i can see it everthing going on
thank you.
i luv this poem….nd im goin to read it in front of my classmates in lyk 2 weeks i hv to memorize it….
Thank you Tonia.
Wow. I feel your words.
i love the way you wrote this poem very,very,very, powerful