FADED DREAMS: A Fate We Never Chose - Pawners Paper

FADED DREAMS: A Fate We Never Chose, is a poem laced with renowned usage of metaphor and personification to narrate the story of an Ill-fated man

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FADED DREAMS: A Fate We Never Chose, is a poem laced with renowned usage of metaphor and personification to narrate the story of a young man bequeathed with a flawed mother. With regrets, he warned people with such fate to choose wisely and plead to the world not to stigmatize such people for the life they were brought up in was never their choice. He pleads "Blame us not!, For we are men painted horribly by their Mamas' hands" .

Today's dawn breaks with an infected tears on my bruised cheeks

Welling up to the realities of an infatuated dreams,

Mortalizing a once inertia hope to bleed, shrink

And jinxed to dwell amidst the space of sabotaged dreams.

MAMA's voice mingled with the pleasure of her past

The minced flowery tale she struggled for years to patch

And the golden choice she groomed but failed to dazzle

The night she stared at the mirror to repaint her past fears,

It darkened and transformed into the inferno monster she once caressed.

Years shed her wings, and the winds grew colder

Her belly swallowed many farmers seeds but his stood taller

Held in, a seed with no pedigree. Shamefully, she watched as i weakly sprout out leaves.

Muddled me up and tainted my innocence with her past guilts

Watched as my future withered as the start was rotten

As i drank, dined and survive from the rotten fruits of her mistakes.

Years crawled forward, but karma never left her side.

Her thick infamy darkness impeded my dreams

And set her thorny burdens on my weak shoulder as i pantily trode

Guns teased my infant hands for the three square meal

And I was praised by her for I embraced it.

Cajoled me to snatch dreams for mine was stolen

And led me to borrow the blue coloured uniform of men with trailed fate.

She was the stars I never chose but twinkled still

A mother I never assigned but ruined me

A word if ashes in the chapter of her burnt mistakes.

So today, I hang my punctured fate before being hanged

Let my bruises serve as a riddle to an unrevealed mystery

And my cloth burnt to avoid being rented to a man like me

Who also never chose his fate but with bequeathed less

For I am a faded dream!

Blame me not!

Blame us not!

For my dreams had its step before i surfaced

Its voice before my birth cry

Its past written before my future enfolds

Burn me but save my ashes

To foretell the story of the coward handicapped by fate

For we were men painted horribly by their MAMAs' hands.