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A Dream

Lost in a world of affection Can’t seem to see anything around me Hurt inside because no one seems to care When I fall to my knees I find out what I did I ignored my friends…. I ignored my family…… Just because I wanted something even I knew wouldn’t last. Am I that stupid? To just leave the world behind, To leave my good life behind. Am I that retarded? To make my life a living hell I let the ones I love go…. I let the ones I trusted leave as I was dazed In a world a fantasy that I regret Tears down my face and then I figure that It’s just a dream I’ve been asleep And as I wake I knew that second….. What it meant….. DON’T LEAVE THE WORLD BEHIND FOR SOMETHING THAT MAY NEVER LAST!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 5/28/2009 6:01:00 PM
Great point here. Sometimes we all need this reminder.
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Date: 4/20/2009 9:13:00 AM
I love this, very good write:)
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Date: 4/6/2009 6:29:00 AM
Very good choice in life i know many people who leave everyone behind for one single person and then when it turns bad their life falls apart, kudos for the poem though keep it up:D Dustin
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Date: 4/3/2009 11:30:00 AM
Welcome to Poetry Soup! This is a wonderful message. Very well expressed, so full of emotion and passion. Very well written. Smiles from Lolita
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Date: 4/3/2009 10:40:00 AM
This rolls like a falling dream, regret propelling the decent. Self-imposed isolation can be a factor when finding a voice. I'm glad to read a catharsis beyond such notions! Warm regards, John.
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Date: 3/24/2009 1:38:00 PM
Good message in this one. Life gives us second chances--something we all need. In that, there is always hope. Welcome to Poetry Soup! I hope you enjoy your time spent here. Best wishes with your writing. Thank you for your kind words on my poem. Karen
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