The Conscience Poem by Ahyela Andojar

I hear another lullaby.
I hear it somewhere between the aisles,
Brought reflection to my eye
Blurry and grey
And deceitful stare.

I don’t want to hear another lullaby
In the morning
Sound is like from afar.
Come near instead let’s be brave.
We are all soldiers of everyday’s grave.

Sing me a song
When I’m done and free,
This time is neither yours nor mine,
It is somebody else’s plea.
I want silence not glee.

And yet, the wind is carrying me,
To where I prefer not to be.
The singer is right in front of me.
I hear another lullaby.


Oct.2,2010