Cruel Dream

Cruel Dream

A Poem by Britt Foster

A decade, now,
I’ve seen her there;
A dream can be so cruel.
For every time, I wake to find
Her bound by
Someone else’s rule.
I did it to myself,
I know,
I forced her to be free.
But somehow her name
Cut me, when we carved initials
On that tree.
The deepest scar!
The tree and I, we share
The burden and the weight.
In dream I touch her skin again;
In life it’s far too late.

© 2019 Britt Foster

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Britt Foster

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I don't know if this work reflects regret or grief, but the pain comes across clearly. The loss of someone years before still haunts the speaker, who takes full responsibility for it. The revelations of the lost one having been under someone else's rule and then being forced to be free by the speaker make me think the individual was brought into a forbidden relationship. Possibly this relationship caused a death or a bitter separation. Just guessing. A fascinating, well rhymed poem.

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Added on July 30, 2019
Last Updated on July 30, 2019
Tags: Poem, poetry, love poem, love, loss, lost love


Britt Foster
Britt Foster


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