Dreams
resurrected
from tragic tales of sorrow
torn
from the marrow of bones.
If only someone cared.
Why always the uncaring?
Why always the trust?
False words,
hearts crushed
deception, romance
foundering in a black sea.
Trembling, hatred,
agony, pain
scraped from a courtyard of dying doves
embedded in the thorns
of a cold winter’s eve...
Why always the love cast away?
Suffering, screams,
the hurt inside
down-trodden stained souls
covered in the filth of memories.
Why always the looking back?
Morbidly cut flesh
bleeding with thoughts of emptiness
stitched back together
with the hollow thread of broken promises.
Why always the broken promises?
Why always the broken spirit?
Self worth
dissipating
into the shadows
of tattered, spiritless beings
chained to imperfections
robed in the tattered laced remnants
of yesterday.
One adoring gaze
when the moon rises
and rose petals wilt in the scorching heat
life plummets into nightmares
where there is no resurrection.
Why always the nightmares?
Laughter of a quaint muse
caught in a stranglehold of loneliness
gasping for a breath
before forever fading away.
Why always the fading away?
Why always the darkness?
Based on Resurrected Dreams by Scarlet Whisper
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.. nicely done .. thankyou so much for highlighting the words and for entering and I wish you the best of luck in the contest ..... keep the ink flowing hun 
