The Death of a Dream

The Death of a Dream short poem

Yesterday, my dream died

Perhaps it could have survived

But your piercing words proved fatal

and it lost the battle

Now I am mourning

for the loss of my only friend

who took care of my hopes

my torn wishes, who used to mend

Forlorn and forsaken

I yearn for his company

but he is nowhere to be seen

may be this is called destiny…

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Sad and poignant!

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Words are more nastier than swords. A flesh wound heals, but a wound in the heart could not. How could it when it can’t be found, only felt.

asoke kumar mitra
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very heart wrenching write. but very nice expression.

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