A Stormy Outlook

Days and thoughts of love gone.

What happens to visions

When all they become are nightmares?

Why does it seem they dash all hopes against the rocks?

How does feel to stand alone and watch the dream dissipate

Before my very eyes?

 

In the years which I have dreamed

I have watched

I have hoped

I have loved and desired

 

Yet today those visions

Like a tattered body fall upon the shores

 

Unknown to all

Dead to me

 

Life withdrawn

Love withheld

Isolated amongst the sands of time

Etched upon the shores of Life

Reviews

[Elvis Gilley]

thanks I appreciate you taking the time to review. e

[Becca Bishop]

Is it weird that I just heard dramatic music in the background???? Because....I did.....and now I'm thinking that my sister should turn her radio down. Anyways :D
As weird as it sounds, I love poems about the past. Don't ask my why because I don't know and because any questions asked on Wednesday will be sent to some boring office in downtown Salt Lake where my munchkin minions will write rude replies to them. It's a munchkin thing. Anyways...again...sorry :P
I love how short this is. You know my and my pea-sized attention span :D :D :D But it has just as much power and force to the words as many longer poems that I've read. Very beautiful :) Spectacular job!! I'd give you a standing ovation if I had hands. No, just kidding I do have hands, see? Ok, well maybe you can't see but I do have hands :P I promise :D