Monday, January 2, 2012

Poetry Pause

Dreams' Worst Nightmare

I feel it welling up inside,
ready to brew over and expose itself.
I stifle it and swallow my pride,
unsure of life's path ahead.

Sometimes they appear so close I can reach out and touch them,
I envision them approaching and get lost thinking about their possbilities
then all of a sudden, the prospects seem dim
I start to choke and tears of anger, sorrow fill my eyes.

I don't want them to slip away!
No, not like this!
My mind becomes blank and I lose the words to say
My dreams just died, dimmed and now there's nothing left.

sole intellectual propety and original concept of Cicely N. Carter (written January 2, 2012)

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