Poem:Demise Out Loud:
Fair aint fair and right’s not wrong. I close my eyes to end all thoughts, But instead I dream out loud. Staring at blank walls, And torn pages make my life run dry; I can’t let this hurt be my demise. It feels like this place I see changes with time, And it starts out great but maybe it’s just a lie. The fate of the entire world is in my head. The more I think the more it fails. Fair aint fair, and rights just aren’t wrong. When I look up into the sky I can’t see the storm. All I see are clouds of hate and destruction hovering over people with hopes and dreams. They say good things happen to those who wait, But how long will I have to; Besides what are we even waiting for? I believe that life gets better with time, So the hurt and pain you feel will decease. Maybe if I keep flipping through these empty pages I will find an answer. Or I could just make one up on my own… But see I wanna change the world and I swear I will. This promise I’m making isn’t too broken, Or thrown away, it is to be kept in a secret place. A place where the world won’t see,A place where it can breathe. I close my eyes to end all thoughts, But instead I dream out loud. |
Dedication:Mom,
This poem has to be one of the most accurate poems of my life I’ve ever written. It also remains me more of you than any of the others that I’ve written just for the simple line Fair aint fair and right’s not wrong. You always tell me that every time I complain about something not being fair, and you’re right. Not everything is fair, and I thank you for letting me see that. Even though the rest of the poem is geared towards my dreaming state of mind, the poem still comes back to that important sentence. It all comes back to you helping me see that I have to work for what I want, and not think that everything will be fair and easy. I would also like to point out the line, But instead I dream out loud. This is another important line because you and I both now that I do dream out loud, and you are always there to listen, and for that I thank you. |
Demise Out Loud
(Original Work)