Angelica Duardo

Rookie - 50 Points (September 1987 / San Diego California)

Allegory Of Ships And Sunken Dreams - Poem by Angelica Duardo

Me and my dreams
Flew away with the wind
And it doesn’t matter how much do I scream
They’ll just never be real

It has been so long
That now I forgot
How hope ever felt
And how violins sound in an orchestral band

The way colors collided
In my allegorical dreams
I never really minded
I was foolish, just a kid

But I miss all those days, all those nights
When I closed both my eyes
And sailed away on my subconscious nave
Down the flow of my watery thoughts

Now I’m a burned out candle stick
I’m like a sunken ship
In a sea with a bottomless pit
A desert, which curse is never to see its end

I need instructions back home
To guide me and my dreams
I know they mean much more
Than just nonsense illusions that never grow old


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 3, 2009


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