My World Poem by Meann Bahala

Sick of all the small talks,
tired of all the crazy thoughts
Searching for a hopeful soul
to get away from it all

In this gray world with gloomy clouds
where heads are down embracing the ground
Thinking how hard life could be
Still the last breathe runs after me

As the sun kissed the ocean,
seashells hummed a melody
And as the waves touched my feet
the feeling's like eternity

These scars prove them wrong
that I always lose and never won
On this shore I call my kingdom
It's where I belong, my home of freedom

Watching how the world shakes us well
those unbroken hopes break the shell
So as hopeless souls slowly fade
Off the air is the life I've made.