A dream crushed into sorrow..

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Might not sound like a poem to you but its the way i write x

Submitted: November 18, 2011

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A dream is suppose to be for filled,

But in my case, It never will be,

The desire and lust I dream of,

Is unbearable,

Its hurts more than a needle through your foot,

I sit at the back of my garden,

Behind the dusty,

Gloomy old shed,

It’s late at night,

I’m still sat here,

Waiting for an answer to pop into my head,

My farther whispers quietly into my ear,

‘Never give up,

Lead yourself to greatness,’

And quietly slipped away into the darkness,

I sit there all night full of sorrow,

My dream,

My dream of love,

Slips through my fingers,

Just like my father’s words,

But I can move on from love,

Even though that was my one and true lust,

I unlock the shed,

In the pitch black darkness,

I take out my father’s knife,

And plunge it into my chest,

It gets darker,

And darker,

But I’m not fighting it anymore,

I plummet to ground,

My last words are to,

‘Never give up,

And…

Lead yourself to greatness,’


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