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The Ocean of Empty Souls

Poetry By: Ousma
Poetry



This is a poem I wrote on a day when I was pondering my future and what good I'd do for the world. My goal in life is to frequently do things that will change someone's life for the better, and I hope to do a lot of it through my writing.
Will you leave your mark on the world? Even the smallest things count.


Submitted:Mar 1, 2011    Reads: 53    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


The Ocean of Empty Souls
As the bus turns into school
I see the kids on the corner
Smoking their life away
Flirting with the technicalities of law
Where will they be in ten years?
There is the girl in class
One of the smartest in school
But she doesn't participate
Does not debate
Without encouragement
What can you do with your ideas
If you have no drive to put them to action?
I see my father
He gave up his dreams
For me; the accidental stork delivery
He loves me
But had to watch his potential become fantasy
Joining the ocean full of the
broken
lost
forsaken
ambitions of millions
Me, I have so many ideas
So much to say
About the wrongs I see today
Does the voice of one
Have enough power to change the ways
Of millions?
Can I follow through?
Or will I live a life
Gray and conformed
With my dreams discarded, relinquished
Into the ocean of empty shells
That were once souls?




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