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;
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;
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