''Oh, My Withered Dreams''

. . . I am lost in a sea of memories that scar the road map of my bleeding soul; my words- the highway to my deep pain, and I follow a labyrinth of passages and corridors curved and contrived- Oh, what of my withered dreams, my hopes! Why do I seek out past sorrows that come drifting like a dark death melody . . . My grief comes unbidden to stain my years, and my tears hang from dripping branches in a . . . graveyard where tombs stand in rows and rows of green grass . . . and happy hummingbirds hover in heavenly harmony and red roses decay and the wind is a violin (barefoot, ragged, hair tangled- I am a girl, in my dreams) and blood seeps from the daggers in my heart . . . . . . life stretches before me like a long road. Oh, I am sick of all this sorrow- decay I want days as clear as sparkling wine, to live a life of peace and serenity; with days brilliant blue and nights full of stars, and picture perfect, instead of this vast empty place- Oh, bitter this life- yet . . . a fire burns within me and soon I will be set free . . . ________________________ May 16, 2017 (Written, February 13, 2017) Free Verse/Oh, My Withered Dreams Copyright Protected, ID 901079 Brian Strand 25 Lines First Place