Different

sylviasearcher

 

Will it always be confined to the sweet stuff of dreams?
This ache in my bones to believe in make believe?
Maybe one day, I’ll wake up full of love
Maybe one day, I’ll believe that I’m good

 

The hamster wheel churns
Through my arthritic bones
Nobody learns
And No one finds home

 

Were you sold the same fairytale as me?
Did you believe once upon a time, happily ever after you’d be?
Maybe one day, I’ll be free from rancid disease
Maybe one day, my stone heart will unfreeze


The mill machine grinds
Turning dreams into ash
Nobody minds
And Nothing can last


What if I ceased doing the things I always did?
Would life whisper of something different to give?
Maybe today, I will promise to try
Until maybe tomorrow, I'll watch my dreams die 


The incinerator burns
As it does what it must
Ashes into ashes
Dust, always dust

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 10th, 2020 03:16
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • Fractured Dreams

    Wow this was a nice read. I do like the darker writes. I think if I was in a fairytale, I would no doubt be the wicked witch or the snow queen. I am far too cold and unforgiving to be a princess who seeks only love. My heart, as your poem describes so well, is probably made of stone.

    Thank you for this read today

    • sylviasearcher

      I like the darker writes too... thank you for reading

    • dusk arising

      This is really powerful and so well composed. I'm envious of the skill and ability which went into this.

      • sylviasearcher

        And I am humbled by such a comment.

        Thank you

      • Fay Slimm.

        First class rhyming in this deeply dark write Sylvia - -- the flow is sublime as is the honest feel of aloneness - -
        must read this poem again so saved to my faves. Thanks for sharing your talented skill.

        • sylviasearcher

          Thank you Fay, I never feel worthy of your compliments... I don’t feel skilful or talented at all.

          Just lost.

        • Goldfinch60

          Superbly written words sylvia, the darkness is there but I am sure that if you keep your 'promise to try' you will rise from the ashes into the light of a wonderful life.

          Andy

          • sylviasearcher

            Or maybe in the end and in the ashes there is the secret to my happily ever after?



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