The Dreamer
The Dreamer:
The days I spent with empty faces,
That never ask your name,
Just to joke about their troubles,
to mask away the pain.
There really is no dignity,
for an animal in its STALL,
who can only dream and try and ignore
the screams down an echoing hall.
There`s a dreamer in the distance,
but his thoughts are far away,
You can feel his spirit dying,
it cannot bear another day.
The flame of hope started to flicker,
and you know it`s much too late,
When the anger stops its raging,
all thats left is bitter hate.
I think about my yesterdays,
then cry over things I`ve done,
There is no one left to turn to,
This battle cannot be won.
So, I`ll dream about tomorrows,
and all that should have been,
Beyond the walls that now surround me,
My future, could not be seen.
I close my eyes to beseech a higher power,
When I saw an open lea,
Running through the long tall grass,
I knew that I felt free...
The Dreamer was found with open wrists,
and blood on his pillow case
The KEEPERS could not understand,
The SMILE he left,...on his nameless face.......
Copyright © Sharon Butler | Year Posted 2011
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