Slowly close the door to dreams
let them gently fade away
nothing is ever as it seems
no light to guide your way
Imagine that the empitness
that eats away at your mind
is simply a part of the mess
of the life you cannot find
It seems dreams are memories
often of pain we long to loose
as were forever fighting enemy's
among lies we sometimes choose
A moment a smile may creep in
fondness tugging upon your heart
yet sorrow prevails to always win
without your finish or your start
is there anyway to improve on this
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Great poem...Nice rhyming as always my friend.
Beautiful words....
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