dreams fade …
dreams fade,
eventually slithering
into
pale fogginess.
years recycle years,
grinding down shellshocked lives.
merely more raw
fodder for the beast.
oh but not hope!
hope persists.
hope scalds mercilessly,
jabbing at
the
core.
hope twists knives,
a
teasing
constant
ache.
hope!
the very ache
that
assures me,
that,
i
am
alive …
A very nice poem………
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thank you very much for your kind and generous words.
warmest wishes and peace ✌
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Truth. Awesome poem. I love all your work but this is so relatable.
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thank you so very much indeed, Lisa – humbled and touches me deeply that it moved and resonated with you.
warmest wishes to you and to all those dear to you.
Peace ✌
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Afzal I love this poem. You have captured the nature of dreams so well. Beautiful poem
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oh thank you as always my dear friend. It means a lot and I am humbled and thankful for your warm sentiments always.
Peace my friend ✌
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Oeace to you too. This piem appealed to me, since I have been dreaming a lot lately. Just wush someone could interpret them lol.
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Thank you so very much my dearest friend. And I know absolutely nothing at all about dreams LOL
hugs my dear friend
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