This Dream Called Life
"For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams." Pedro Calderon de la Barca
The leaves change hue.
I’m right behind. They fall to ground,
and as they crumble, I’ll be crumbling too.
Will there be souls around
to hear my sound? I crumble, drifting down so deep
inside this dream called life! An awful wait I keep
in autumn’s span of life’s short sleep.
To waken from this dream I am not wont to do.
June 16, 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Note: by howmanysyllables.com "crumbling" is 2 syllables (as I count it) though another counter said it was 3.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2019
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