Literature
Live The Dream
For many years,
I have been stranded.
Stranded in a world on envy.
A world of hurt.
All because of one unfortunate happening,
Maybe it was serious.
But am I not a child?
Must I not learn from my mistakes?
Can I not get back up when I fall?
Then give my all?
I thought I would have a choice,
A choice I had.
No or no?
Is that a choice?
That I still ask myself,
All these years later.
Laugh it off,
Say you care.
Not.
A yearning builds upon my soul,
One that builds up ever more,
By every passing day.
It grows and grows,
Until when must I resist?
Until when must I resist becoming a beast?
When will I be able to howl at the m