(2003) Losing My Dream - Poem by Deana Rode
I want you to reach for me
to cry out as I dissapear...
hoping for a romantic scene
that was never going to materialize
Softly my essence is fading away
drifting off into the black abyss
sinking slowly into the muddy land
made by this chaotic waste
In my haze I watch for you
waiting for a miracle
but sometimes waiting isn't enough
so I just have to walk away.
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