A Closer Look: Myself

 

 In a land created 

       by a mere thought, 

       where memories and happiness 

       are to be recalled.

Different faces 

       of people I have seen; 

       screams of agony 

       and a dying whisper 

                   like a melody.

As sturdy as a block  

        is what I have been called; 

        but as fragile like vase 

        were shrouded inside;

        and as abundant praises wailed within my walls, 

        echoes of insanity 

                   transferred to those words

There were times, 

        when I want nothing more,

        than to have a listening ear

        to talk and explore

I am a mere bird   

 

        waiting to be free;  

 

        and glide into the whole world,  

 

        unshackled- 

                           like a raging sea.