Broken Dreams

Broken dreams

Dianna Robertson

Beautiful,

Bittersweet,

A life only meant to dream.

Solace,

Peace,

A mystery for someone like me.

Trapped by the arms of misery,

A repeat of history.

A fight,

Never meant to be won.

Sins that cannot be atoned.

Darkness that cannot be discarded,

A mind never regarded.

Entwined,

Suffocate the light,

No more fight.

Souls lost in the mess,

All in distress.

Love a façade,

Redemption is a blazing hot rod.

Cannot be grasped,

Judgement lapsed.

No one to hold,

As the terrors unfold.

As tears stream down,

So fierce I could drown.

Wishing for anything that’s real,

Why do I have to feel?

Beauty,

Lost in pain.

Feel insane.

Innocence,

Lost to the damned.

Haunted by voices,

So few choices.

Death,

Sounds so warming,

Compared to the demons swarming.

A little sympathy,

Nobody knows me.

Death has always called my name,

I have always avoided stepping in frame.

To proud,

I would scream so loud.

Fight,

With all my might.

In my pride,

I would confide.

All my strength,

I keep death at arms-length.

When the weakness comes,

I feel no love.

A cold heart,

That’s only the start.

Looking for love,

So I could soar like a dove.

Misguided trust,

Why do I seem to only inspire lust.

Love always a gamble,

Leaves me to scramble.

Try to pick up the pieces,

Until the pain ceases.