I was dreaming of something good but my sleep stole it
I was thinking of something nice but my brain thought of it first
I was singing a sweet song but the wind blew it away
I was living a good life but the bad ate it up.
So i started dying but my heart never stopped beating
I thought it would have left me like the others but it stayed. despite being broken a lot of times
My heart tarried.
And its perseverance gave the others strength
I felt rejuvenated and fufilled the dream which my sleep stole
Did the very nice things my brain had thought of
Sang the sweet song which the wind had blown away.
And i lived the good life the bad ate away.
As of my heart, it kept beating and never stopped.
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Author:
Joelokpara (
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- Published: November 6th, 2017 21:30
- Comment from author about the poem: its a start
- Category: Reflection
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