It's that feeling when you see the dawn of a new day,
It's the sense that the mist may be more,
you want to reach out and touch to prove it is real,
yet you halt, just before, and watch.
Instinctively you know once your hand reaches out,
Once you take that step to feel the imaginary,
Just as you begin to believe you can connect,
As your heart skips a beat, it's then you know.
Whatever was, whatever you thought it may be,
However blinded by the light of a thousand suns,
It's still just a dream something out of reach
And poof, as you grasp, it's gone.
As you gaze down into your empty, outreached hand,
While your heart grows heavy in weight by the pain,
Whatever it was, whatever you hoped would be there,
It's gone, and perhaps never was.
A contest entry
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GOOD JOB WOOT WOOT
LOVE IT JUST LOVE IT good luck agents the others
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Thank you for subjecting yourself to my review. This is very well written. It flows well and the meter is right on. The main thing to remember is that even if you can't reach out and feel your dream, you still have to continue to dream.
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It's still just a dream something out of reach
this poem simply hit the spot
i can too say that....
i always come home empty handed
loved your poem
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I'm sure that won't be forever ... sometimes what we feel and believe is real is just something to help us through. Reality is out there and it doesn't bite! Best
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