What Dreams May ComeA Poem by Doodley
Perchance to dream.
What dreams may come, to those lost in sigh,
Who cast their hopes upon a crimson sky;
Whose hearts have sunk and drowned in sorrow,
And live for days past and not for tomorrow?
What dreams may come, to those vessels of pain,
Whose memories are flooded by infinite torrents of rain;
Whose minds are not feeble but bodies are racked,
From the beatings of a lifetime now shattered and cracked?
What dreams may come, to those simple and mild,
Whose belief and trust has been abused and defiled;
Whose innocent youth has been stolen away,
And thrown into the wind on a hurricane day?
What dreams may come, to those souls out of time,
Whose breath is now dying like these words without rhyme;
Whose final serenade is to partner the Reaper in dance,
And who plead with all their being for more from their chance?
What dreams may come, to each of us in dying light,
As we shut out reality and lay our heads down at night;
Will our minds fill with wonder and our hearts radiate beams,
Or will we forever remain tormented by the world outside our screens?
© 2016 Doodley
Sydney , Australia
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