She comes to me in dreams
With eyes that hold the ocean
And a voice that whispers on the wind so faintly...
I cannot hear.
Her voice is fading.
Her words are quickly lost to me and yet I know that in those words lies the secret--
Lies the hope of our future--
But I could not hear her speak!
The echoes of reality infiltrate my dreams.
The roars of all mankind create such rumbles of discontent
And they are so loud.
So loud!
Do they not hear her calling?
Do they not hear her crying?
Her voice is fading.
Her words are lost to me.
She is dying,
But still she comes to me in dreams
Desperate for one mad soul
To listen.
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Is The Load I Carry
“You can’t skip chapters that’s not how life works. You have to read every line meet every character. You will not enjoy all of it. Hell, some chapters will make you cry for weeks. You will read things you don’t want to read, you will have moments where you don’t want the pages to end. But you have to keep going. Stories keep the world revolving. Live yours, don’t miss out.”(Pillow Thoughts II). Life is like a book. Some chapters are sad, some are happy and some are exciting, but if you never turn the page, you will never know what the next chapter has in store for you. Treat me like your favorite book. And stroke my spine delicately. Remember my tiny details. And all your favorite parts. Read me again and again and fall in love with my story. I will not lose my worth in a spirit of a curse. I’m not afraid to break free from this pathetic message in the bottom of a weary verse. I’m tired of trying, it’s time to reverse.
By Tracie Sperlingabout 22 hours ago in Poets
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