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 ( Read more... )