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Vallora May 29
In this restaurant I sit
Named sibling in my native
Feigns a what if across my mind
As I see something I wish was mine

Across the room I see someone renowned,
Strict and scary they say yet profound,
For his works are truly legendary
Where each lessons are worth his legacy

I stay here still with my aching head,
Wishing I was one of his sons instead
A parent whom you share the same passion
Isn't that more worth than ten million?

Everybody asks me what I want to do
"I'll have it figured out when time blooms"
But I know hidden deeply in the ocean of truth
Yelps a buried passion yearning to be pursued

Maybe I have the brains to do what they say
Maybe I have what it takes like a predator approaching its prey
I myself thought that this was the way
Yet why does my heart beg to not put her away?
Please feel free to criticize my first published poem! English isn't my first language, so feedback will be greatly appreciated!

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