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Drifting from dreams
Back when
all that laid ahead
were the unheard
tales of time
tensely twirling
towards tomorrow.
Where our
hollow heedless
heads of hope
would wistfully
follow .
Still strumming
out their
stammering
starless streams
of desolate
undecided
dreams .
Then bashfully
burn out
into blackened
bittersweet
beams of
belittlement.
Last few words:
This poem is about how back then we all had dreams that just like a lit match was blown out into oblivion by the weakening winds of reality.
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Comments
Lavender
Sat, 2022-10-22 22:00
Drifting From Dreams
Hello, Edward,
"...desolate undecided dreams." The epitome of drifting. Well done.
L
Edward nigma
Sun, 2022-10-23 06:15
My inspiration
My inspiration was the theme from the movie the sterile cuckoo
https://youtu.be/TEpP7xSL5m8
Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.
Lavender
Sun, 2022-10-23 19:19
Wonderful!
Very inspiring!
L