Basically, this was my first attempt and probably my last attempt of writing a poem. I wrote it sometime last year. I remember that I was a bit overwhelmed back then so I thought it would be a good idea to write it down. While I was writing, I couldn’t help but notice that it rhymes, so I was like A POEM IT IS. You should probably know that I know nothing about Poetry and I seldom read poems.
I will share with you some keywords that are more like a hint to what this is about. “Change”, “Comfort-zone”, “Open-minded”, “Society”, “DJKhaled”
So here goes:
Every day and every night, right before I seize my sight
Shutting the windows to what I see, stepping out of my two doors to flee
It’s dark where I stand; I hear the footstep of a marching-band
What’s this lullaby I hear? Oh, it’s the same old soothing music to my ear!
You see, I hate to change my playlist, and yet It is all what I crave my dear
The same old soothing music to my ear
Wait, wait, wait! Something is different today, what is the reason for this delay.
A shocker just slapped me across my face! What is going on, oh grace!
My playlist got perverted! A peculiar theme has been inserted.
How did the tone diverted! It was madly inverted!
A weird high screech overwhelmingly erupted, it went on for few seconds then it was disrupted.
My ears are unsettled! The screech resumes with scorching cries!
Please, make it stop! My eyes are starting to sob.
My eyes are still shut, it is still dark and I am still stuck!
But why is the sound getting louder! My place of escape suddenly became crowder!
Out of nowhere it took me by surprise!
A whispering hoarse voice started a gibberish preaching, I don’t even understand what is it seeking
What did I do wrong! Wait I heard this from an old song!
Mad is what I am calling myself! The voice is repeating itself!
Why do I resist the call! Why do I insist on the fall?
Do I yearn for my old song! Why is it taking so long?
Am I really in pain? Or am I just going insane!
The pain is like a painless pain! It is something new I promise it’s not the same train.
Why is change so hard? Why do we always have to be on guard?
You think the old lullaby is what’s right, but it is all based on a misguided bias light!
The true beacon of light will always come; it may be disguised as a dreadful scum
Give it a chance is what you must do; the right path is never late due
The humming of the old lullaby is still oscillating in my mind
It is not going anywhere! These old songs lurk everywhere!