Harold L. Hawk
Lonely Day - Poem by Harold L. Hawk
Today is just another day
when i sit in my room and think
and wonder what would happen if i was dead
would anyone care?
would anyone know?
how would i be remembered?
the boy who suffered
the boy of dreams that never came true
the boy who loved everyone and was never given anything in return
As i am thinking,
i play my guitar
and i play one of the most beautiful songs ever written
putting the simple chords together one by one
knowing if my father heard,
he would have a smile upon his face
knowing hear me he can not
but love me he can
Then i put the beautiful 6 string down
and i drift into a deep sleep dreaming
and i dream one of the most wonderful dreams ever imagined
of peace, life, love, and laughter.....
but then flames and darkness come over me
and the dream is vanished and reappeared as a nightmare
of violence, death, hatred, and sorrow.....
And i awaken screaming
and see the guitar placed amazingly on it's stand
and a smile becomes upon my face
but the smile soon vanishes
as i know today i might not have died...
but today was the lonliest day of my life.......
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