I don’t remember mom and dad,
I don’t remember all we had.
I don’t remember sweet dreams,
School notebooks and football teams.
No one to wipe off the tears,
No one to fight all my fears.
Never had a big warm bed,
Or anyone to stroke my head.
I want to sing I want to dance,
All I want is another chance.
Another tear, another day,
Another breath, I take away.
Another tune, another song,
Another right, another wrong.
I roamed the streets everyday,
Blank eyes, and nothing to say.
Used, abused and tear-stained,
My face so immune to all the pain.
After a while I forget to cry,
Violated, and feeling undignified.
Every face in the crowd was his,
Every voice in the noise was his.
I wish I could leap, I wish I could prance.
I wish I could get another chance.
Another tear, another day,
Another breath, I take away.
Another tune, another song,
Another right, another wrong.
And as I lie here, alone on the street,
Wrapped up in rags, and barefeet,
I look up at the sky and ask all the stars,
Tell me, will I get another chance?
Another chance…
Another chance…
5 years ago
3 comments:
Awesome bit of poetry... especially the part..
Another tear, another day,
Another breath, I take away.
Another tune, another song,
Another right, another wrong.
... and who is this 'his' she is referring to..? open-ended or otherwise..?
Came here from Supraket... Nice blog...
Enjoy and take care..
hmm...i generally dont explain anything i write. its quite upto the reader. interpret it in anyway you wish. [:)]
It's almost musical. You write well.
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