Poems

The Agony of Incomplete Dreams

Today Pain shall write for me

As these feelings are just so hard to see

By my heart’s eyes that look only at white

But never at its own dreary plight

 

Of the pain that is inflicted

By my dreams, now convicted

Of the crime of incompletion

And sentenced to perdition

 

I craved for glory and fortune and fame

The eternal happiness to be remembered by name

I created the visions of peace and life

And I as the sole destroyer of strife

 

Time blows away like smoke from a fire

Only to be seen near the flames, never higher

My flames are weak, sucking me dry

Bringing me close to the day when I shall cry

 

Is my reality too unreal to be real

Or am I just incapable to feel…

 

That dreams are never meant to come true.

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