A pen that's running out of ink
A crowded head struggling to think
A golden chain it's weakest link
His hopes and dreams have died
An eye without the sight to see
Mistakes that just won't let him be
His demons running wild and free
His Hopes and dreams have died
A garden overrun by weeds
The cops scratching around for leads
An open wound no longer bleeds
His hopes and dreams have died
A light still far too dull to shine
A fattened butcher ready swine
Ignored by vlad and Frankenstein
His hopes and dreams have died
A message that his inbox shows
Has dried the tears from cupid's bows
She's always kept him on his toes
His dreams have come to life
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Author:
peto (
Offline) - Published: June 25th, 2024 14:37
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Comments4
Beautiful poem !
Thank you Neilton
I think this poem is really great with the repetition, " His hopes and dreams have died" and finally at the end she emails him and his hopes lift again, Your poems never disappoint!!
Nor do you Christina
Many thanks
I love this so much potential!
Thank you very much lil
Truly appreciate the visit
Much obliged
No thank you for your words and poetry!
I love how this progresses from such sadness and apathy to love and life.
Beautiful from start to finish Stevie
You never fail to impress
Very kind Maxine
I appreciate the visit very much
Not on here much but always nice to see a read and comment
Many thanks
Your most welcome.
Always nice to see and read yours.
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