People are saying that dreams are in reach
What if your dreams were shattered by hated fate
Inside I am beyond broken by fate, I am living with a painful and broken screech
I turned to watch the night stars, whilst I am being fulfilled by hate
It is so sad when your heart breaks for our stupidity of our imagination
All the other dreams seem to be dull, I cried when my dream suddenly disappeared
I have got to go on I will cry, but my mind and my heart in my realization
I will believe it was always in my heart and soul. But now there was nothing else I feared
Fear of breaking my heart, as you broke my dream
So our hearts will never be the same again
I cried and cried, there is nothing left at the seams
With a smile on my face and nobody else can see me crumbling with pain
I am hiding behind the face of a happy and grateful clown
Here I am happy as can be, I am glowing with happiness
Behind my happy clown face, nobody notices me pretending to be happy, when I am down
When my dream was an ending, I was beyond being in distress
Entirely ruining my life and my dreams forever to billions of pieces of my heart
Was blown up in front of me and can not reach for it
I felt like I was being punched in my gut, then I realise that I had to restart
And now I know that dreaming is a waste of time and full of shit
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Author:
4wheels (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: April 28th, 2025 00:04
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Hate from anger, anger from pain, pain from defeated expectations. Nicely stated
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