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Oh, My Withered Dreams
. . . I am lost in a sea of memories that scar the roadmap of my bleeding soul; my words- the highway to my deep pain. I follow a labyrinth of passages and corridors curved and contrived- I am a child praying. Oh, my withered dreams, my hopes, my aspirations! Why do I dreg up my past sorrows that come drifting like a dark death melody . . . my grief comes unbidden to stain my years- my tears hang from dripping branches in a . . . graveyard where tombs stand in rows and rows. Oh- grass grows greener in a graveyard, and the happy hummingbirds hover in heavenly harmony and red roses decay- the wind a violin . . . (Blood seeps from the dagger in my heart!) Barefoot, ragged, hair tangled- I am a girl lost in the sad wail of violin winds; . . . life stretches before me like a long road. I am sick of all the sorrow- decay, I want days as clear as sparkling wine, to live a life of peace and serenity; days brilliant blue and nights full of stars, picture perfect, instead of this vast empty place . . . Oh, bitter this life- yet a fire burns inside of me and soon it will explode . . . _________________________________ February 13, 2017 Poetry/Free Verse/Oh, My Withered Dreams Copyright Protected, ID 02- 875-889-13 All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France Submitted to the Standard contest, Best Free Verse This Year, sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 2017 Second Place ________________________________________ For the contest, Any Free Verse 200 Words or Less Sponsor, Laura Loo Judged First Place
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Book: Shattered Sighs