Broken Dreams Poem by Smoky Hoss
Broken Dreams
I crossed the treacherous moat
In my small rowboat
Upon reaching the other side
I stopped and cried
For the great Castle I had sought
Had been brought
Down
To the ground
By all the evil behind
The death of mankind
The fear I had run
From
Simply awaited me
Across the sea
My dreams a scatter
Like trash upon dirty water
So I got back in my boat
But before I reached the other side I awoke...
it was still dark, and late
here where I'd found my fate
outside I heard the rain,
inside nothing - no joy, no pain
laying back I tried again to dream
but only found, I couldn't feel a thing -
Broken dreams
It seems
Are humanities worst
Endless curse..........
A great poem, we all need dreams, but we have to take the broken ones with the good ones.
Disturbed dreams bring joy or pain sometimes but often no sense can be made from them at all even if we want to, a nice write, something to think about (or dream) .
Dreams are so often broken, but there are those which come true sometimes, and they are the ones which bring joy into our lives. Excellent poetry Smoky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 7:23:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This was wonderful, that feeling of never able to accomplish peace without the risk of some cloud always exists. A stunning though depressing work.