Dreams Still Born Poem by Neet Baker
Dreams Still Born
Not meant for this world, the believers said…
No use to man, better off dead…
Bitter-sweet ashes burning inside,
Mind devoid, withers and dies…
Time of darkness, white-hot fear…
Amoeba-like, no room here…
Suffocation in a female embrace,
Smiles for strangers, chameleon face…
A moment in time, stain on the soul,
Buried forever, the ultimate goal…
Held you for a moment
Carried you the rest of my life…
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