A Lost Dream

A Lost Dream

A Poem by Beka
"

She has lost the only dream she's ever had. Nothing but nightmares now.

"

I lay there numb

All hope is lost

I can no longer cry

There is nothing left in me

My eyes

See nothing

My ears

Hear nothing

My lips

Forever closed in dead silance

I play it over and over in my head

The moment my heart died

You are the only one

Who could kill me like this

So competely

If I could feel

What would I feel?

Worthless

Ugly

Not good enough

All hope is lost

Before

I took comfort in the hope

That you still loved me

I know now I was wrong

I'm not her

I'm not good enough

She is your wish

I'am your mistake

© 2008 Beka


Author's Note

Beka
I'm not looking for the best poem in the world.
This is what has happened and nothing can change it.

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A love lost has the ability to bring out the worst in us. We usually find a combination of emotions that can vary from betrayal and anger to pure pain and blame. These days can seem to be the end of the road but I assure you they will pass.

Forever closed in dead silance

I play it over and over in my head

The moment my heart died

these lines tell a story of the depth of pain that you experienced. I felt evey word ! Nice work.


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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wow good job. i have had my heart broken a month ago. she hurt me bad so i can really relate to this poem.
like i said good job. -mike-

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A love lost has the ability to bring out the worst in us. We usually find a combination of emotions that can vary from betrayal and anger to pure pain and blame. These days can seem to be the end of the road but I assure you they will pass.

Forever closed in dead silance

I play it over and over in my head

The moment my heart died

these lines tell a story of the depth of pain that you experienced. I felt evey word ! Nice work.


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A love lost has the ability to bring out the worst in us. We usually find a combination of emotions that can vary from betrayal and anger to pure pain and blame. These days can seem to be the end of the road but I assure you they will pass.

Forever closed in dead silance

I play it over and over in my head

The moment my heart died

these lines tell a story of the depth of pain that you experienced. I felt evey word ! Nice work.


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You should never feel that you were someones mistake
unfortunately this was an aweful experience for you
cause in the end your heart was broken by someone who
couldnt treasure it the way it should always be treasured
i know the pain is to much to bear right now cause of course ive been
there before but dont lose hope time heals all and it will erase the bitter taste this
guy left in your mouth.
Keep writing and thanks for sharing
Best wishes

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The way you write your poem is the best in the world because it comes from within and you don't try to look up words. You just write what your feeling are telling you. You write beauty and powerful, strong poems, with a light to show us home. I love this piece. Even when we are mad or happy we write the best poems. Poetry is from the heart. I see you can write like that. So please keep writing, I would love for you to send me some of your poems . Injoy reading your passionate words..
Very good!!

Thanks,
Anna

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well although very sad, it was very well written. Nice job on this one.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Beka
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