Treasure Island

Anders Lim


A Place For My Head


Beneath my spirit
Rocks of hate
Trapped in the endless deception of fate

Stone of truth
Broken by lies
The fissures cracked in repeating cries

Here I lie
Weak and frail
Yelled for help but to no avail

Help I seek
Yet cannot find
Chain the demon that twists my mind

Seeking the light
Seeking the spark
Seeking the freedom from a place this dark

My heart cut open
Continuously bled
Can’t I find a place for my head

Submitted: Thursday, February 12, 2009

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  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir (4/28/2009 1:01:00 AM)

    The phenomenon of recklessness is well negated in this poem with a very vigilant approach of self-reliance and self-valuation after happenings from the insolent society....

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