Disillusioned

Here's another poem I would like to share. I wrote this a long time ago, sometime in college if I am not mistaken. I used to love writing short poems, but well, life happened. Priorities got in the way. I want to write again; and so one of these days, I am going to make time. Then, I'll post it here of course. Enjoy reading. :)

Disillusioned

Disillusioned. It was all a big lie

            to trap me into believing

                        that everything was fine. A ploy

            to enslave me into pursuing

                        an unclear goal. A promise

            to trick me into remaining

                        here in this cold world.

Disillusioned. They had me there.

For an eternity

            I could not go out.

            I had to go on for

            I had nowhere to go and because

            I could never turn back.

Then I woke up

            and saw what they had done to me.

It was then that I began to cry.

I cried

            for the pain I went through,

            for the battles I fought,

            for hunger and strife,

            for the road that leads to nowhere,

            for the disillusioned children of this age,

            for the weak and the lost,

            for life and death,

            for an eternity of being in bondage, and

            for disillusionment.

My heart aches for the truth.

Now, my breath is short and

I gasped for air.

I die. Disillusioned still.