A few week’s ago I posted a poem that was based on Suzanne Vega’s “Luka” entitled “Luka II”. This is a follow up to that poem. The rhyming is a bit forced, but I think it’s just as good as the prior poem, though the rhythm is different. Not much more to say about that.
The Runaway (Luka III)
The streets are cold at night.
And to sleep, you have to fight.
But I have to live this way
Because long ago I ran away.
You don’t have to feel sorry for me.
For the first time, for once I’m free,
From the hate and endless pain.
Running away, life was the only gain.
I’m still afraid late at night,
Praying for dawn, a ray of light.
The love in my heart now is cold.
I’m so young, but I feel old.
I don’t want the pain anymore,
That’s the reason I’m running for.
Now the street are my home and life.
There still is pain, some civil strife.
Don’t worry, I’ll live through the night.
Because I possess the will to fight.
I used to be the boy next door,
And now my life has become a war.
I know it’s a poem of conflicting sentiment, but life though at times might seem better, that doesn’t necessarily make it better. Always looking for comments and honest criticism. Who knows maybe I’ll start writing poetry again.