My fear

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Insinuated by the heart and rebuked by the soul,

I stood like no one when I deceived.

The day of my denial to what they spoke

Was the day I killed my dream.

 

The pieces of past like broken mirrors

Showed my face like a traitor

And turned me cold like a body of dead

Without any hope, without a narrator.

 

 

The one fine string that connects with sanctity

Is spun by the fiber of dreams.

Which gets stronger with our efforts,

Makes us rich everyday it seems.

 

I enjoyed, I gained while living with it

Since over the years it irked me.

Never was I at rest and peace,

Which looked like days of ecstasy.

 

I am a killer and a stealer,

Who defied my real being.

I am living as an impostor with a purloined soul

Whose dreams and desires can never be seen.

 

I wish I could drive back in the time

And fill in the vacuum I hired.

And create new dreams to see and cherish

For they are the ones to inspire.

 

 

Author's Note

I have fears that one day I would be hoovered by the vacuum that tries to pull away my thoughts making me numb at times, snatching my dreams and hence my reasons to write and look forward for every new thing that comes in my way.Living dreams is fulfilling one of the purposes of life.I wish no one in this world face such a situation ever in her/his life when he/she is left with no more dreams.The journey is an ecstasy .

Reviews

[Arielle Ann]

a person without dreams is nothing but a corpse with merely a heart beat...that's the time when his spirit dies..
"The one fine string that connects with sanctity
"Is spun by the fiber of dreams.
Which gets stronger with our efforts,
Makes us rich everyday it seems."..truly said!

[Etoiles]

Yes, it'd be a horror to be left with no more dreams.
This is a wonderful piece.
Great write.

:)