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 Words: 179
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