Did I Ask for This?

When real life doesn't live up to your dreams.

Catapulted into nowhere,
Another day gone.
Perhaps I am not meant
To have all that I desire.
Under no other blanket,
Rising to no occasion,
I huddle in my corner.
No, I won't change my mind.
Go ask your father.

Many nights spent sleepless,
Your fault, not mine.

Did I ask for this life?
Reality is so different from
Everything I dreamt of.
Among my few thoughts and dreams left,
My one last desire hasn't died yet.
Someday, maybe.

Reviews

[Frances O'Neill]

The image is zippy and pert. Nice poem!

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Well Written!