Finding way

Long am I lost,

The path in front of me,

May lead to the heathens of fire,

May lead to the wisps of heaven.

Long have I lost,

What I have held dear to me,

Children and mothers with hearty lovely smiles,

Torn apart to erect the new facade.

Long am I lost,

Toiling away in a rhythmic drone,

Lives trenched away by the so called superior race,

All for a tirading tyrants tempestuous taste.

Long have I lost,

The people that I left behind,

To save the ones who have fled with me,

Scraping and scavaging any opportunity for a new life.

Long am I lost,

Looking forward in this rail tracks,

To the land beyond,

To freedom, to my new kingdom.

Long am I lost,

But I hope I have found,

A new land and a new promise,

And all the courage to free the others left.

This poem was inspired by the hopeful and desperate escape of the Jews from the train to the concentration camps. We as the generation that succeeds the Tyranical dictator who oversaw the sad genocide should remember painful past and prevent any such ordeals to come past us in the future, for we are responsible for all that may lead to our further generations wellbeing. Learn more about the holocaust trains in the given link: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attack_on_the_twentieth_convoy

Chained

Staying still by this hill,

These invisible invincible intangible chains,

Roped around my neck, my hands, my feet, my breast,

Suffocating until tunnel visions all that's left.

Through this endeavor of peaks claim,

Going through these rigorous fires,

Pierced by these kinsmen's serrated glasses,

Dodging fusillades to reach my hopes end.

Through searing eyes of mock do I pass,

Into the abyss do I fall,

Never to wake up,

Never to dream.

Doubt and frustration call out as old friends,

In a tavern do we whirl,

In a frenzy of mad turns,

To spend the night with crazed baggy eyes.

Oh my chains how I wish,

To break from you to reach out,

Hold onto the horde identity,

To take the path commonly advanced.

Alas am I chained by myself,

The keys to which I swallowed,

Hope I find my words; my tongue,

Ingenuity to break through my own failures.

The Capsuled Prisoner

A poem about modern life

The ticking clock of the morning bell,
The ringing chimes of this timed cell.

Tired bodies dragged across the hall,
For you wonder what has caused this fall.

The roads split as the blossoms bloom,
A canned stomach as a morning gloom.

Trudging through this beaten path,
Lost have I, my youths hearth.

Like a hunted prairie dog on sprint,
I have longed for the end of my stint.

But alas this is what it takes,
To feed mouths or turn into flakes.

This timed cell of wonder,
With high pressure and no blunder,
Catches one by storm,
Ending one's life along with the swarm.

Bedazzeld

I met a girl with a mischievous smile
Whose smile glinted with life
A touch of light and a touch of darkness,

Into the unknown do you lie.

You brought forth storms in me,
Waging wars in my heart,
My mind says 'heave ho!',

While my heart comes to an embarrassing stop.

Each day do you provocate me,
Building desires over the seas,
But your love is hard I see,

For the drone of love has bequeathed me.

Flown into the ranging storm,
Sunk beneath the forlorn,
Happily married did I see,

But never crossed paths now; did we?

Each romance a melody,
Each melody a symphony,
But where art thou,

And where am I.

Forever alone shalt I be,
Hiding in this crooked shell,
Thinking blossomous thoughts,

Never to be held.

For I shalt be who I am,
And you shalt be you,
If ever cross paths do we,
Let destiny intertwine our paths.