The End of a DreamA Poem by Dream WeaverMy smile so seemingly carefree, beneath the surface lingers an aberrant entity.
No emotional connection to anyone anywhere, no hope for flourishing dreams or anyone to care.
Time is but an enemy a perpetual arduous fall, spiraling ever downward a pitiless curtain call.
I don’t feel any sorrow or anger or lust, nor do I feel the certainty of mutual trust.
But maybe just once, It would have been nice. © 2013 Dream WeaverReviews
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