"desting" poems
I don't want to be a pawn of someone's life,
Let it be my friends, my dad or my wife;
I decided to stay all alone,
Alone in an empty room and roam;
They kept throwing stones at me,
I fall and they only come to see;
They think I'm weak,
But not weaker than they think;
I'll make such a success streak,
They'll remember me at every blink.
I tried and tried, work hard and harder,
I climbed my way up with every ladder;
I kept walking all alone,
Focused on desting and hence no roam;
Stones were still coming at me,
I knew, some day, they'll all make plea;
They think I boast,
Not more than they do;
And here's a toast,
For they crushed and I flew.
Being at the top, I didn't cease to run,
This time no stones, they came with a gun;
I kept running all alone,
With a fear of an ugly substitute of stone;
Bullets were coming at me,
I had no option but to flee;
They think I'm no man,
I'll wait for the day I'll be free;
I'll tell them then, who ran?
With the grandest hunting spree.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC