Broken Dreams Poem by david lessard

Broken Dreams

Rating: 4.5


My dreams of love have all been stolen,
like thieves in the night, they've gone away -
and what was once alive and golden,
has vanished in the dark, in some strange way.

You look the same, yet your a stranger...
Your voice still speaks, but not the words of love -
and suddenly, today, there lurks a danger
I see a vulture, where once there stood a dove.

I had great plans for you and I, great visions to fulfill,
But now I ask the question why?
Our love went down, instead of up the hill.

Too many dreams, now lie in ashes,
Too many detours now, to navigate the stars -
Too much thunder and lightning flashes,
Too many arguements of who is is Venus, who is Mars.

Let's call the whole thing off, before we end up dead,
Life's too short, for one more battle -
There's too much garbage in my head,
and when I shake it, I still can feel it rattle.

Peace is now my goal, and all that matters,
Let's say so long to love and let it be -
Quick, before my soul, body and sanity shatters,
Let's bid farewell to love, and let our hearts be free.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patricia Gale 14 August 2009

A powerful fairwell to a love gone.We all at one time will or have experienced this. Well written

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