Painful Dream Poem by Joshua Hillard

It was a thought,
A dream I never knew existed,
A purpose of life's existence,
Whereas one's heart is blacklisted,

Holding on to problems,
Problems that I hope I may not face,
I ran to others for sympathy, to escape,
So now I understand how it tastes,

The guilt is wrapped up so thick,
So tight nothing could be exposed,
Though it is of my doing,
Karma did what it was told,

My greatest friend,
The one my life dangled as thread,
Suddenly became abrupt,
As the words left my heart dead,

All these images appear,
I want to cry out and stop you now,
To curse you with all I got,
But in the end I am still down,

The scene of an hourly movie,
With its button stuck on repeat,
As it blasts like surround sound,
All I can do is cry in defeat,

The whole story wasn't told,
But what was is why I held to,
Now that the story has been finished,
I wish it all to be untrue,

I suffer greatly through my demise,
These cries, lies,
A future of pain as I once tried,

I hold my tongue and wait,
Anticipation kills as I need to know,
I pray to God it remains as a lie,
But if true, then I must go.