Sunday 9 February 2014

BROKEN DREAM

Looks like I parted so much for so little
The future blinks with faint light
A concern for one who loves it bright
Not for me, a man of weird mettle

Reality sinks like an overloaded migrants boat
Clinging to each other, for that’s all they got
Seeing an end never anticipated in the beginning
For their hearts crafted an attitude o f winning

Days on end yet nothing attracts joy
Instead it meddles with ambition s like a toy
Overused, waiting for good hands to discard
No one is available, it’s that bad

And end is imminent and sure as the dusk
It lies in content of unaccomplished task
 soul unaware of a broken dream

That tried to scale upstream

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