Treasure Island

Tiku akp


Daydreaming


Why are my dreams so dull
There are ghosts searching for
Corpses in the holes aplenty
In the walls smothered with bullets;
Why I can’t face the mornings
The papers holler about people
Going wrong and chewing
Raw meat of tender girls;
Why is this storm brewing
In my cup of morning tea
When my eyes fall on the butchered
Body of a young lover fighting
Enemy in the land unknown;
Or I am mistaken;
My grey hair has not kept pace
With the sun that simmers harsher
In each passing day reminding
Me of my being immature;
Thanks world
I won’t take you into my heart.

Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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  • Valsa George (5/5/2013 5:02:00 AM)

    For the graying generation, it is so hard to assimilate the changes taking place around us and remain placid over the stories of butchery of human lives without a storm being raised in our morning tea cup! ! This world cannot be taken into heart! ! Powerful write! ! (Report) Reply

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