It Could Have Been Beautiful Poem by Izobelle Pulgo

it could have been beautiful
like the rain, like the sun
shadows and rainbows
endless and vast
a green field for a man.

a man shadowed
a glorious past
blinded and couldn't see
through the darkness he cast
clouds to mourn,
for dreams don't last.

tears for tears that fall
and blood for that battered wall
nothingness, just dark and cold
an end that grasps
even a heart so bold.

and closer now, it seemed
what we could have, what we dreamed
and even closer now, it seemed
what we couldn't have,
what we used to dream.