A Dying DreamA Poem by Robert LunaThis is inspired by a reoccurring dream I have been having for a while now it always plays out the same way. I hope you enjoy.
These tattooed roses will never bloom holding loosely to fading flesh Awaiting bones to turn to ash There I stood at the great void of life To the back of me sat the world amidst its selfish pride cold, alone with its hateful glare And there just beyond what I could see laid destiny just out of my reach But it…… it keeps calling out to me A sweet whisper that echoes on the ripples of time itself every step I take I feel an arrow pierce deep into the very soul of my being my blood soak flesh feels weak and with every wound I feel my life begin to seep I cannot bear any more and there I fall to my knees As she appears to comfort me Mother Mary She embraces me in her arms as a mother would hold a child Kisses my forehead and begins to sing “Carry on, my wayward son I see the tears form in her eyes as she looks at me for what felt to be the last time © 2009 Robert LunaAuthor's Note
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30 Reviews Added on September 28, 2009 AuthorRobert LunaSomewhere between here and thereAboutMy name is Robert. I write therefore I feel I am. My words come from my heart, soul, and mind. I write what I feel and see, life is my inspiration. Life itself is art in its purest form. There is noth.. more..Writing
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