Slips Away
An ocean swept attitude
with dream like visions
of bliss…but where is
the real happiness that
Is lost when reality…appears
As forsaken and neglected
hearts lie broken, as easy
as thin branches during
Winter’s cold, In the raging
battlefields of love.
Shaped and reshaped negatively,
mind-thoughts become ignorant
to a new found bliss not wanting
to believe that the love a heart
has been looking and longing
for, is knocking …fruitlessly
at its door…
And because of the wounds
suffered on loves battlefield,
The warm embrace of real
happiness is never given a
Chance…as into yesterdays
dreams it just slips away.
Wendell A. Brown,
February 11, 2013
Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2013
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