Will of Fire/A Desire in Dire
Red fluid oozed from my feet, onto the pavement below, staining it crimson.
This is not the path that I thought,
Thorns as sharp as blade -pricked, pierced, pained- spilling flesh over stone.
This is not the place I sought,
Misery in the form of unhappiness, agony in the form of suffering.
This is not the dream that I bought,
Hopelessness, Utter hopelessness! Helplessness, vulnerably helplessness!
This is the burden of the fate that I caught.
Oh! I cried, looking at the dreadful passage that I have taken,
From this nightmare, this hollow dream, I soon shall awaken,
Walk on! Walk on! One step after another, mile after mile,
The destination is nearing, I shall rest in a while.
Through all my lament, my howl, my yelp, my bark; it still burns within me – the fire,
I looked at the winding way as it grew ahead me in length -happy, smiling, overjoyed- because I travel in the road of my desire.
BY :PRABU RAM
SOMETHING BY THE GUEST AUTHOR
Prabu here, I usually don’t do much poetry, I stick to short stories (you can check it out in my page).
I wrote this poem during a tough period in my life; my first job. The job was hard, life wasn’t easy with me being away from society and sailing around in a rust bucket, made me doubt the carrier path I had taken but I endured and came out on top. Thank you for listening to me ramble.