Darryn John Murphy

Rookie (23 November 1970 / Auckland New Zealand)

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams - Poem by Darryn John Murphy

Vanishing from all hope or so it seems
Living here upon this
Boulevard of broken dreams

Behind these layers of our illusion
What is truly left behind
The sandy shore, the wooden floors
The pocket watch wanting for a dime

Where desperation always looms
Thoughts are seldom seized nor groomed
Marked by souls with other brooms
Lost within these various places
No one really see their faces

Hidden in the flooring
Are they mooring by the sea
As they watch us from the trees
Will they fall like rustic leaves

To only walk the golden mile
To wait before but never smile
To shed the tears of hopeless doubt
To only listen before they shout

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008



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