Filled With Darkness

In the quiet calm of night resting in the warmth of what is soundlessly being undisturbed only darkness fills the mind memories of what she was and of the actions shared hopes and dreams of never was passions the burned hot and clean dreams of what was to be deny the reality of the day seeking fulfillment of passions then blinded from what could be hopes and dreams were cast away by the daylight stark and mean demands of others of what could be trampling the dreams of what would be clinging passions burning hot seeking entry into what was not reckless abandonment of dreams that were for the needs that could not be lost in darkness wandering there locked in walls of hard concrete paths that lead to nowhere then turning back on what could be nightmares became of dreams that were love once shared now is feared hopes shattered within the night broken pieces cast on the ground what of the dreams that once did fly in bright sunshine up in the sky on bright breeze of the day on glossy wings we flew away dreams we had of what would be passions shared burning so hot denied the demands of them who were upon the ground with feet of clay bright hopes of days that were consume the by passions burning hot filled with the hopes and dreams that were of the days that were to be darkness now all that is empty steps echoing tears that fall hot and dry endless cries within the night longing only for emptiness to be in darkness without light memories all to be faded away and in the night empty be