Brian Joseph Dickenson

Rookie (Not dead yet. Born in the first half of the last century. / Liverpool, England)

Dreaming - Poem by Brian Joseph Dickenson

Tossing and turning,
Sweating and yearning.
My dreams are all about you.
I awake all alone in my crumpled bed.
Thoughts of you still racing my head,
How cruel fate can be:
Why NOT you and me?
Why do Gods play games with our hearts?
To find you now when it’s too late:
How I detest this fickle fate:
So I’ll wait for the next time around.

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  • Brian Dorn (3/28/2006 9:13:00 AM)

    I often ask myself 'why' life isn't fair... maybe if we wait long enough, it will be. Nice Poem!
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 28, 2006

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