Dreams Will Wither

The room was surprisingly boiling.
I made a family of stickmen, scribbling nothing.
I heard the voices behind me whisper,
“Y=mx+c” as the teacher kept shouting.

Sweat trickled down my face
as the fans were whirling deadly,
I sat there in a gaze,
and wished how it would snow astonishingly.

As I sit here waiting for the bell to ring,
couldn’t wait to get out of this hell I’m in.
My mind flutters off to a world of my own
where all my quandary would be thrown.

It’s a place where there are
No lies no rumours no fights.
Only wonderful things like Christmas lights.
A place in an unknown land so very far.
I dream of all the wonderful things there are

Gumdrops fairy dust
Lemon trees Cane railings
Chocolate rivers Marshmallow mushrooms
Strawberry houses Ice cream mountains.

I sat there dreaming
But soon all those thoughts began to shatter
As I’m awoken by the sound of my teacher screaming
My heart tears apart, becoming torn and tattered.

I am back as 15 year old me.
With a lot more years to live,
With dreams that has been crushed,
By my ‘friends’ and the troubles they give.

Here I am waiting for a miracle,
One that would make me feel loved
As I’m moving back to reality, I agree
That dreams like flowers will soon wither.

Fitri Anugerah
3G