Husband

How often do you think about your dream?
I feel them, live them many times,
They flow in my mind like a flood's disastrous stream.
Though I only got failures and grim.
But that burning desire in my heart,
Wrecking my soul,
And reaping me apart.
I want to be free of this misery,
And give up my hopes to my destiny.
But no!
Not after coming this far.
With audacity I will scream
Towards that pitch black body afar,
Which is an unending dark and morbid tunnel.
And I won't give in at least not before my funeral.
I'll declare to that darkness,
'No matter how evil and cruel you are!
I'll fulfill my dream,
Build on the graveyard
Of my unfulfilled yearnings.'
I know in this path,
Awaits nothing but suffering and pain.
For my insolence
Of a wish to gain, Freedom,
From desire's mammoth kingdom.
I wants to change my unwanted destiny,
As I don't want to be
Only a diminutive part of this society.
But like a fugitive in the Rat world,
I have to endure many arrows
From the bows of the mouth.
Maybe I got off-guard many times
With these attacks.
But never for once they had shaken my core.
But in deep inside in the vail of a positive outlook,
There is a deteriorating soul.
Not today or tomorrow,
But maybe one day I'll become the great man of my dreams.
And I hope, I can only hope,
In that moment I will also find my peace.
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