Monday, April 20, 2015

Fucked from the start.


A boy woke up from a dream

with tears in his eyes

his chest was pounding 

he couldn't understand why

In the dead of night he shook 

from the experience he had, had

sitting awake in his bed

both frighten and sad

he awoke from something wonderful

that caused him pain 

came from somewhere mysterious 

and was now in someplace tame 

he dreamed of love and loss

of life and death

beings close to his heart 

had suddenly left

now the boy sits alone 

without a dream to return

with only a pain in his chest

where his heart now burns

as he sits in his bed

unable to fight his feelings

the details of his dream 

are already fleeting

soon he will forget

and will become complacent 

and he's panicking 

because he can't take it

but that's life

its a moving river

that always seems to carry you 

to something bigger.

What was once important

tomorrow wont matter

and sometimes happy memories

will make you sadder

and no matter how tight you try 

to grab and hold on

your memories in life 

will fade as you move on.

the boy could finally sleep

but choose not to dream

if living means forgetting 

he didn't want to remember anything,





 











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