Anatomy of a Dream

Combined with memories of past events
That stir within the essence of my soul,
My mind is tormented by abysmal
Images, fear and the haunting sadness
Of a defeated man lost and desperate.
All that I've known and loved left long ago
And I stand before you, shattered, alone,
On the brink of madness, ready to close
My weary, tearstained eyes, eternally.
The icy chill of Death surrounds my skin
And yet I do not fear, but embrace it
Like a lover longing midnight passion.
I long for sleep, but it shall never come.
My heart is burdened by the dismal thoughts
Of "could have beens," and "what could be," and still.....
And still the answer is so clear to me,
Yet I ignore it like a simple fool.
The past seems only to repeat itself
And everytime, I lose what I adore.
My own fears have allowed me to succumb
To the fate I know will always follow.
I am a curse that stalks this very world
With my melancholy and the darkness
That resides within my cold, bitter heart.
The eyes and the voices of what has been
Still haunt my dreams and my expectations
Have been shattered and blown into the wind.
The touch and embrace from so long ago
Has left, and I've forgotten how to feel.
The eyes of those that struck my heart and soul,
Have cursed me with the burden of this pain
I carry with me every living day,
And my only escape is to just dream,
Dream of a land where my secret desires
Can come into fruition and I can.......
Can open my heart once again....one day.
Yet, I keep my heart hidden in plain sight
Waiting until my bravery can slip
And from my lips, admit the hidden truths,
The truths I've always dreamed to be revealed,
Yet I fear that it's too late for me, now.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

The pain of someone ruined

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

For me the pain represents a certain thing I call the "death of self".. something in us dies and makes us feel like that's all we are destined for..dead man walking in a sense.
But I truly believe when a portion of us dies and falls away, it's because a new door to life is about to be opened. This write, expresses perfectly how someone lost is about to be found..xxx

[Nishant Gupta]

good one see mine too "QUEST OF LIFE".

[Fragilebrokendreams]

I have felt this so many times

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

certainly leaps from the screen, you alwasy tend to fill the reader with the hope of hope to come, a most clever and witty sense of longing fills you in these times, well done

[RedInk524]

Wow, even without a rhyme it still flows brilliantly. Its so depressed, such a sense of hopelessness and defeat. Its like you spilled the shattered remnants of your soul onto paper. Very dark and heavy feeling, the poem sounds like it should be whispered alone to fully appreciate the atmosphere. Very good write.

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

It is never too late... I understand your words all to well and they are very nicely portrayed but to think that love will never find one again the thought is unbearable. Sometimes I think we missed the one or we are just meant to do other things and will one day be surprised. There is and I have to believe this with all my heart a perfect someone for each and everyone of us. hwether it maybe someone we overlooked but will one day make it back to us or we have yet to cross paths. Or maybe even we have met them and for reasons we can do nothing about we can be nothing more then friends or penpals. But the one day will come as long as the heart always remains open. (Yes I know I am rambling, it's what I do best) I really did love this and felt it too my core it just struck a nerve to where I had to say what I believe. xo ;p

[Ruth]

When the curtain falls and we feel as though in a void....it seems too late but we can always find a shard of light somewhere I think :) Enough to last another day maybe and then the next day looks even brighter :) Superb piece love xx