A dreamer, not a killer – Poem

I was born a dreamer

Not a killer

Thought it was a tragedy

I survived the melancholy

I said I wanted to live

Not spend my life dreaming of life

I wanted to smile

And hold happiness tight

But happiness walked away…

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I walked on shattered moons

Without hand or foot

And burnt my soul while raising my voice

In my dreams I survived

Once , twice and a thousand more

I left the blames blindly

Searching for a complex freedom

My voice again screamed the tone.

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They threw me into unconsciousness

They shouted my name

Killed me…

But all I was; was a dreamer

In the clouds as in the sky

A shining star

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Nobody believed

Many facts were neglected

But I was never a killer

All I was; was a dreamer

I even went to meet the sun once,

Leading my mind to leave their world

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If they want to make me a killer

I won’t be anything but a dreamer

Seven billion, perhaps before dawn

They would find a new killer

It won’t be me..

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As long as I am there

I will always be a dreamer

I will live

Far from darkness and light

Creating my own sight.