Hidden Agenda Poem by Alvin Willis

Unrealistic and taunting dreams
Awaken me with tired and loud screams
Deprived of a tale to tell, I’m left but one
And yearning for more yet left with none

Dark desires won’t stray me
Forging all my thoughts to be
When unfulfilled and complicated tones
Leaves me grasping the why of groans

My weary heart grows in pain
As I ponder regretfully, am I insane?
Of all my lonely core passions
Crying in nightly drained sessions

To rebuild the heart completely
Takes Courage to do so discretely
From the self-inflicted pain outside
Caused by the hidden agenda inside