Lost Dream

just a random poem...

The world i see

behind closed eyes,

how quickly, how quickly

that world dies.

When i open them again

away it flies,

the fog covering

the sapphire skies.

And the truths disapper

behind the lies.

No matter how much

anyone tries,

we can never reclaim

those peaceful sighs

or the world i saw

behind closed eyes.

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

This one I really enjoyed, a true metaphor that can hold many meanings. The simplest would be struggling to remember that great dream the next day and only mustering portions.. what a dissappointment that can be. Loved the rhythm, rhyme and flow.. short and powerful!