| Date: | April 19, 2006 12:49 pm |
| Subject: | English | | Word Count: | 162 | | Page Count: | 1 |
Broken
Love lost can be found, if just in a dream,
The wash of sleep is welcomed so it can begin,
A dream of what has now wilted,
Before it can begin however, my mind seems to wander,
I wonder how it happened, when did our love die, I ponder?
And as my heart shatters against my reality,
Like crystal against steel,
I give in to the feelings of self-pity,
Of hopelessness and dread.
I wish for a dream to drown these feelings,
Yet if it is to forever be just in a dream,
Then nevermore will I be willing to give my heart away
To another who could hurt me this way.
Does this make me a coward?
Refusing to play a game with such cruelty and power.
Should I journey into this game again?
Should I refuse to play at all?
Still, how will I know until I begin.
For now, pain is my pillow, not at all comfortable,
For I am not brave enough to begin the journey, not just yet.
Anthony Coots
Copyright ©2001 Anthony Coots
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