Our Prisons, Created by Us

The poem below was first published on my blog, http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on July 31, 2018.

In our comfort zone,
We build our fortresses.
Keep out, we shout.
None that are
Not us,

Drums

*Alliteration Poem – Drums*

4th Oct’17  ~by Venkat

Day’s dimples dug deep
Dangle dreams, dilemmas
Dancing daisies, daggers
Demons die, daffodils dull
Daffodils do, demons devour

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Ashes and dust

When I was younger than I am to day
This is what I used to say:
,,When I grow up I want to be a policeman”
Well I didn’t became police just a man
Still I am the same as I was back then
I am still doing everything I can
I’m still loved and I still love
For me that was always enough
But now I am older I am seeing more
I See things I used to ignore
Back in the day when I watched sesamestreet
When I didn’t know a heart could bleed