Funeral for Broken Dreams

Christina K

Every now and then

I put on my nice black dress

and I lock my door

and I play a song of distress

on my ukulele.

I look out my window

and hope that rain is falling

so that my mood can follow.

My soul is melancholic

and my actions filled with sorrow.

I hold a funeral for my broken dreams

and lost tomorrows.

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BRIAN & ANGELA September 21st, 2018 17:49
Thanks for sharing CHRIS ~ love this poem which is both funny & sad ! The chemise noire is a nice touch and I love ukuleles they have a melancholy sound ! Like you I have my share of Broken Dreams & Lost Tomorrows so I will join you (in my black PJ's) and I will retune my UKE to C-minor. I trust you are less melancholic for penning this moving ode. Yours as always ~ HUGS BRIAN Please check my POEM on Fruity Senryus ~ Thanks B !
Christina8 September 21st, 2018 17:59
I really like this poem. Very melancholic but I love the last line! I wish I could play an instrument!
Goldfinch60 September 23rd, 2018 00:16
Beautiful emotive write.

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