Time 1 Poem by Jun Tae Park
Time 1
Rating: ★5.0
Listen close and hear her scream
Listen to the the dying of her dream
Wings shattered, Glass ripped,
Faces withered, then knees and hips.
Fire burning the curtains cold.
Hearts open, doors locked
Blood bled, cries cried
No heaven beam,
No whipped cream topping.
Just the dying of this dream.
Crumbling down, and toppling
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: age,dreams
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
With time, some dreams die
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