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| There Is No Good In Goodbye (standard:poetry, 343 words) | |||
| Author: Lynnea Martino | Added: Feb 24 2015 | Views/Reads: 2349/0 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
| I did this on the prompt: Broken Dreams. This piece tells of the feelings experienced by those trying to escape their reality of their own living Hell. | |||
Hello? // Do you hear me? // Where were you when I had to flee? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Why were you not there in my waking? // Were you simply an image of my own making? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I tried to find my way // But you led me astray ------------------------------------------------------------------------ What is happening in this world of broken dreams? // It is filled with nothing but my screams ------------------------------------------------------------------------ My hands still reach out to you // Even though I am black and blue ------------------------------------------------------------------------ You turned me out // You led me off this route ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I prayed that I would find my path // But you insisted that you show me your wrath ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I shied away and cowered in fear // Why did I not remember to keep clear? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Although I am bruised and bleeding // My emotions you were always misreading ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Within my dreams, for me you cared // Within my waking hours, I was always scared ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Why is it that life is not what is seems // Within this world of broken dreams? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ In this world of broken dreams, in this world of predestined death // All you ever cared about was your stupid meth ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I begged you to quit // But all I earned was a hit ------------------------------------------------------------------------ What is it that I have to do? // In order to help you ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Within this world of broken dreams // All is not what is seems ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I will lay in pain // Until you get it through your brain ------------------------------------------------------------------------ That I will never be fine // Nor will I ever live on cloud nine ------------------------------------------------------------------------ What is it that I have done? // To get broken bones one by one ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Within this world of broken dreams // All is not what it seems ------------------------------------------------------------------------ And to this day // I still will stay ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Because I love you my dear // Even with all my fear ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Because in this world of broken dreams // Nothing is ever what it seems Tweet
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