Should I try my fingers in poetry?



I looked at my life,
With all the broken promises,
The shattered dreams,
I closed my eyes,
And kept walking to no direction,
In my direction,
There were many like me,
Many broken hearts,
Tears shed,
Followed by unbroken silence,
I had to be strong,
A time has come,
A light at the end of the tunnel,
An awakening voice from dreamland of weakness,
Determination to fight for my life,
And I believe,
I could be all I want to be,
If only I tried.

-Chronicwriter