Liam Haldek

Liam Haldek Oct 2016

Chains

You.

You are my chains.

Cruel, cold and thick;
you bind my hands and leave me helpless,
you weigh down my wings and keep me hopeless.
You think you are so strong.

You.

You are wrong.

One day, I'll overpower you,
break loose of your oppression
and leave naught in my wake
except your shattered, worthless remains.

A tribute to someone I once idolized.

Liam Haldek Oct 2016

My Impossible Dream

They deceive us
When they say
"Hold onto your dreams,
Never let them go."

Because they never
Tell us what to do
When you dream
An Impossible Dream.

Such a dream
Can never occur,
Not because you lack the ability,
But because it would defy reality.

Some can learn to let go
Of such dreams.
Yet the cursed who cannot
Live tortured lives of unfulfillment.

So tell me now,
You elderly, supposedly wise:
What am I to do
With my Impossible Dream?

It's almost funny how many people see this poem, then tell me to still not give up.

#lies #dreams #hopeless

Liam Haldek Oct 2016

"I'm Fine."

You look at me,
head bent, shoulders down
face contorted by a frown,
tears barely held at bay,
yet you still ask, "Are you okay?"

As my head turns towards you
and a facade of a smile
returns once more
to hide my pain
I think of a million things to say.

I could tell you of my sorrows,
my many weighing burdens.
I could relate all my anger and hate,
not of others but rather of myself.
I could pin you down under the mound
of torturous experiences I live through daily.

Instead, I lie.
With practiced, fake motions
I look you in the eye
and begrudgingly utter
two words that disarm
your insincere concern.

"I'm fine."

Liam Haldek Oct 2016

Me

My mind, corroded
by an internal storm,
more fierce than raging sand,
more dampening than a whirling tempest,
more numbing than the biting snow.

My eyes, like dull milky orbs,
faintly reflecting that
which they see,
yet hiding what truly
lies within.

My heart, like half-burnt coal;
its exterior light and warm,
but beneath the fragile shell
lies its true form,
an insensate lump of darkness.

This is me.
This is who I am.
I do not fight it
as this cruel, harsh world
needs people like me.

For without us,
who stare daily into the faces
of anger, loathing and despair,
how would the rest of you
know to appreciate what you have?

— The End —