The Dream

The dream has been blown off.

To dare to come off,

You open the loose ready to strangle;

When the paroxysm of emotions;

Strange ones,

Pull you back.

I fear death.

Leads painfully;

lonely and scary.

Rich here;What there?

The lonely pause makes me stop.

The sequence of growing,

Has been convulsive;

Too fast.

Never looked back to correct;

Too soon to realize it.

I always dream,

That one day the peak of humans,

Will be below me.

Not silent, nor blind.

So they look and gasp,

While i struggle to be off them;

The present isnt approving.

The gleams of the morning dew,

Not to last the noon,

Is what i earn?

My hands can brandish,

Broken things,

With no hope.

But the ahead road,

With cursed blessings

And masquraded ambitions;

I forgot to draw the pit,

Where i'll lie.

Fame,

Believed that money, success merry;

Will follow.

Yet, the other shore seems so near,

That the dive drowns you.

Fear,

That i may be no more.

The dreams, ambitions-

Even if my works remain;

The praises to a grave i cant bear.

Reviews

[Vivek Koshy]

"Even if my works remain;
The praises to a grave i cant bear."

[nono]

Dream? Don't give up. A person should never give up never give in to anything unless it is by will. It's best to dream then to have nightmares and days be hard. Nicely done.

[Brandilee Cardente]

i like it alot.