Dreams Are Merely Fiction
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Maple leaf wishes fall,
scattered about a silent lawn
framing pathways hidden beneath
blankets of decaying sorrow
I wander with eyes closed
for to see means to cry among these
shadows creeping in deep tones
as my thoughts once again fade into you
Northern borders point fingers
with emptiness as their focus for
where I sit, I sit alone wondering
does the thought of us still exist
And as the moon rises, it is no
longer a poem waiting to be written
but just a blurred reminder
of something once shared
Broken branches are now my bed,
though sleep is useless
for all I see is you and me
before waking to the reality that
happiness is for others,
dreams are merely fiction and
sometimes love is not enough
and never will be again
9/9/19
Written for the : Sometimes love is not enough Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2019
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