Dreams are Flowing

Dreams held captive.

Dreams are flowing from the sky 

So colorful, in fact, 

They have merged into one 

 

 

I HATE giving you everything 

Every raw part and piece 

You’ve taken so many chunks 

That your handfuls appear 

Sloppy 

There are remnants of material 

That have withered away and died 

These holes left in their place 

Are barest when air dried.

Reviews

[Crowley]

The way you have the first stanza set apart is really cool, its like the prologue to a novel where life is etched in colored glass and one chapter after another those panes of glass start to break. If only we were gifted with hindsight. Really cool write and very identifiable plight. Great job!

[Laurierose]

I'm glad you noticed the separation of stanzas. I wanted to mimic the dreams in the sky and how they may float among our life. That's a very neat comparison to the colored glass. I appreciate the warm review!

[Abraham Kureshi]

"Dreams are flowing from the sky
So colorful, in fact,
They have merged into one"
Loved it, well crafted and well written, good job!
-GS

[Laurierose]

Thank you for the thoughtful review!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love always takes a big chunk out of us...we give so much...and if the other person doesn't give back...we are left with less of a heart.

[Laurierose]

Sadly, once we realize this, it's often too late and there's a greater chance for damage. Thank you for the kind review!