The Grave Of Dreams Poem by Daya Nandan

I stand here upon the grave of dreams,
Where shadows shout a nightmare’s scream,
Where hopes are shattered into a billion pieces,
Where regret and sorrow constantly increases,

I stand here upon the the edge of hope,
Where confidence is in a pit without a rope,
Where faith and conviction no longer exist,
Where thoughts of suicide are hard to resist,

I stand here upon the mountain of doubt,
Where fear rules minds with a fearful shout,
Where courage is weak and tightly chained,
Where the will to live is greatly drained,

I stand here upon the tower of forlornity,
Where sadness steers me to nightmares of vanity,
Where remorseful memories scorch my heart,
Where the edge of the past tears me apart,

I stand here upon the the chair of shame,
With a noose upon the ceiling that spells my name,
As i hang my bruised neck scared by a knife,
I end this horrid disease upon me called life,