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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dream is a thing cherished in making, but a thing made is also destined to break. If rupturing of dream is like splitting the silence of the dark dungeon of mind, the sound of destruction would create seismic waves of turmoil in the soul that demolishes the premise of promise, the present makes to the future, destructs the illusory tapestry of trance, the fleeting hopes try to weave transiently. I deprive the dream breaker of the power, shatter the sheath of dense sound distress makes, the slices of splintered sound swirling in despair to collect in sanctum of soul profoundly mine, and compose a secret song of sorrow, the rolling tear drops carries serenading to the unclosed eyes so these could see how dreams break like the swaying waves on the shore of stark reality where I stand. I then become a mute collection of words made of time’s sand composing no lyric, nor creating the ballad of Greek tragedy, for I then lie under the debris of dream with life’s fostered reverie that shelters the flockless bird I become with broken wings, in the tempest of time when the sky falls. The broken dreams don’t return in entirety, for I can’t reconstruct their wings to fly in the recreated sky of my mangled mind, but time restructures my dormant desire, raise me from the ruins of the past, and blow for me the winds of hope, so, I drift to the realm of dream once again. June 28, 2021 (Edited July 12, 2021) Contest : A Broken Person Sponsor : Faraz Ajmal
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