In response to
Daily prompt : Constant
secretkeeper’s weekly writing challenge #129, to use the 5 prompt words in a poem or fiction.
My dreams roughly jerked away
drifting into oblivion,
for I have to fulfil my parent’s legacy
“A family of doctors are we
and that’s what you are to be.”
my fate decided and sealed!
science is beyond my comprehension
the world of words fascinates me
I paint my characters with ease
who come alive, as I dress them
with magical verses,
A writer is who, I aspire to be
my scarlet tears, anguished screams and earnest pleas
all fall mute to their distant ears.
My calm persona is just a facade
to hide my shattered soul
mocked and scoffed at,
helpless and hollow within,
I chalk out a plan to escape
the constant storm of tirades.
I sign a pact in the dark
with the god of death
I am sure he will welcome me,
with open arms into a world of my dreams
where only the paper and pen
will be my “soul” companion!