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 . . .
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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
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For the contest, Any Free Verse 200 Words or Less
Sponsor, Laura Loo Judged
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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