She Dreamed One Day Her Prince Would Come

She lay there in her bed so sad,
And faced another restless night.
She wondered, 'Am I really bad -
Or am I just an ugly sight?'
She sighed, and switching out the light,
Her lonely heartbeat like a drum,
She told herself all would be right.
She dreamed one day her prince would come.

She’d dreamed the strangest dream she’d had,
And saw a man of fearsome height,
Expression wild - he may be mad,
The type that people think will bite.
She woke up, shouting with delight,
'At last I’ve found my own someone!'
Alas, her bed was still as white.
She dreamed one day her prince would come.

The morning came and she was glad,
She felt she’d meet the man, her knight.
He wouldn’t mind they called her mad.
She thought she wouldn’t have to fight
To win his love - although she might…
As people treated Lin like scum,
And tapped their heads and smirked, 'Not right',
She dreamed one day her prince would come.

She died alone in bed that night;
The carer telephoned her mum.
She never found her Mister Right.
She dreamed one day her prince would come.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Ramsdale Avatar
September 4, 2011 at 11:00 AM
Oh wow...Eventhough I prefer happy endings, I just love this story! Have another creative day filled with blessings my friend. CR
Dietrich Avatar
April 17, 2011 at 12:13 AM
Such a sad one. The poor dreamer. She only had to go to a laundromat or something and just hit on one of the guys there who was single. well, I look forward to reading many more of yours. I just caught up to my comments and need to finally get to bed. Sayonara(or however they spell it!)
Devonshire Avatar
March 9, 2011 at 12:14 PM
Per your question, Prince of Thieves and Man in the Middle were based on true experiences. Not all of my work is though -- for example, the entries for contests that ask us to describe a picture and tell a story about it. I think some of our best work comes from our hearts. Love, Carolyn
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March 9, 2011 at 11:52 AM
Touching poem, Jack, and you work very well in the Ballade form. Quite intricate, but truly worth the effort. There are many like Lin who are waiting for Mister Right. Instead of a prince, we often find Mister Wrong. If this is an entry for the Ballade contest, I wish you success. Love, Carolyn
Roberts Avatar
March 9, 2011 at 10:02 AM
oh so sad Jack, very touching piece, much enjoyed this morning
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