Distorted Dream
Awakening from my sleep, was it all just a dream? Then the reality sinks in and soon my vision starts to fill my eyes with watery tears…from a man’s broken dream. My only escape from my broken dream, a full glass of brandy or maybe a couple of shots of gin? Pictures that fill my wall of happier times… memories gone by and frames covered in dust and dried tears stain that cover the glass. No man should have to endure such pain or heartache in one lifetime…I guess this distorted dream of happy family will be my lost legacy?
Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment