Broken Dreams Poem by Kevin Lynch

Flower petals... falling from the sky,
Swinging down slowly, from that place up high.
Twisting and turning, each doing a dance,
One lands on my palm, just by chance.

But as I look closer I realise and I see,
That these aren't petals falling around me,
These are people dreams, falling from above.
Dreams of hope, happiness and love.

But these dreams are shattered and broken,
They were half formed when the person was woken.
But these aren't just any dreams, these are mine,
Each one shattered, severed by many a line.

These are my dreams of hope and lore,
Dreams of the woman that I would adore,
But these dreams are that, and broken so,
Such love and happiness, I will never know.

Instead I stand here, as it all falls down,
And within the sorrow I let myself drown.
Cause there's no way to escape, or set myself free,
This is who I am, this is how it'll always be.

Tempted to end it, end it by my own hand,
This anguish this pain, I cannot stand...
Let me fall to the ground, as the broken dreams land...