A dream, a lie, to another dayA Poem by Verdant Cynic
Dull reality, accursed existence.
Empty shell, grey skies. Crushing loneliness, bitter emptiness, sickening sensations. No hope. No opportunity. Give me a dream. Tell me a lie. Light my dull reality. Let the clouds sing with colorful lights. Tell me of a future Where I'll meet a warm embrace A hand to clasp A place in the world A wild ride A villainous menace A meaningful existence. My body grows weary The clock ticks onward I'm less apt to believe Cynicism creeping me My life setting firm So tell me this lie again Play the convincing organs Pop the illustrious fireworks Tell it to me again So I'll believe. © 2014 Verdant CynicReviews
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1 Review Added on February 9, 2014 Last Updated on February 9, 2014 AuthorVerdant CynicSeattle, WAAboutWriting is my expression. It's the sympathetic ear to my struggles of life. It's the lure in the water, seeking the connection from one who might fish it out. I seek those who can add to my words.. more..Writing
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