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Broken Dreams

Black wings flapping,
it rises,
the dark curse of hope,
dreams awaken.

Bouncing in the air,
it weaves
seeming to be possible,
I fall.

Shooting to the top,
the fear,
it fades into the night,
I'm consumed.

The cold black hand appears,
it's reality,
crushing my dreams it screams:
WAKE UP!

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  • Maili Knephthan gold member
    July 20

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    "Shooting to the top,
    the fear,
    it fades into the night,
    I'm consumed.

    The cold black hand appears,
    it's reality,
    crushing my dreams it screams:
    WAKE UP!"


    Very nicely written I enjoyed this piece very much. The back ground is awesome. it really sets the theme. Thank you for sharing and good luck


  • adsaige
    July 15
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    Despite the fact that it is back to the darker nature, I missed your poetry.