Neil Perry
A poem written for Dead Poet's Society's Neil Perry.
Neil Perry
A path is set before me,
Chosen not by me; never by me.
My father’s words: whispering,
Whispering in my head.
Leading me through the path,
A path I do not wish to take.
My voice goes unheard,
Drowned out by
My father’s words: whispering,
Whispering in my head.
My peace, my joy,
Found in plays, in acting,
Is destroyed, crushed by
My father’s words: whispering,
Whispering in my head.
A gun, held now in my hands,
The only way out I see.
My dreams escaping me,
My voice unheard,
My father’s words: whispering,
Whispering in my head.
The sound is loud,
Alerting my mother, my father.
My mind stills, a calm now found.
My father’s words: no longer whispering,
Whispering in my head.