shattered dreams

i think back to the times when things were simple,
when people didnt care who you are,
to the times when it was your personality that defined you

i think back to those times,
and i see a carefree world,
i see the world of a child.

why cant things be like that once more?
why cant we go back to a life of peace?
i ask these questions thinking,
thinking these things are just beyond our grasp

but then, the realities of life come crashing down
the fall like a ton of bricks, each one adds to the weight,
the weight that we all have to carry along wherever we go.

and as my world seems to collapse into a mess
of shattered hopes and fractured dreams,
like fractured wings, which leaves you frustrated,
as you know you can fly, but each time you try
you fall to the ground.

i try to escape these thoughts,
i rest my flying mind on positive branches
and suddenly everything is thrown around.

i suddenly realise
i suddenly realise that
like the fractured wings of an eagle
are healed through the healing hands
of time and restored hopes and dreams
so our our hopes rebuilt

Reviews

[youngwriter222]

I liked this very much :)
Oh adulthood and life, it does get in the way at times. I loved the word you used to express these feelings that many people feel at one time or another as they grow up.
I hope that you find where your dreams lie and follow them.

[Joshua Smit]

maybe i'll make an anthropology when i've got a little more to put in it, for now these 5 poems are all i have

[pamzilla. &hear..]

I loved this, you should make an Anthropology "book of poems" and then publish it. I'd buy it.

[JanieB]

I like the paragraph "the realities come crashing down like a ton of bricks".
I like the content, however I feel you could work on making it flow a little better.

[Joshua Smit]

please rate!

and comment, criticism is much appreciated