Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams short poem

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I saunter down a shady boulevard
Walk on a rocky, uneven path
My shadow trails behind me slowly
Hunched-back, dragging a lead ball wearily
Every step is a torture us both
As I walk bare-footed on slivers of glass
Each step punctures my sole
The crimson liquid drowns the surrounding grass
On each of the stained shards, a dream is engraved
But, they are shattered beyond repair
Each dagger sinks deep into the bloody wounded flesh
Just like how my soul is suffocated by despair
As I walk down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
The winds howl and melancholic spirits dwell
I wish they could take me along as well.
Far from reality, the living hell.

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Semi-sweet and a little nutty. Introverted, socially awkward, but still easy-going and loves penning short legacies in poetry. Big on all things red, and passionate about music. Down-to-earth and enjoys short walks in mother nature's embrace. Smile people, today's going to be a great day. Try stuff you've never tried, go places, venture abroad and live a life you will remember.
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