In this field of broken dreams,
There lies one that has fallen
so far from home.
Damaged, yet not broken.
Lost, yet not forgotten.
In this field of broken dreams,
There lies one on the verge
Of breaking.
So fragile to the touch.
So precious to the heart.
In this field of broken dreams,
A lone dream screams out
In silent agony.
Suffering quietly.
Dying gracefully.
In this field
Where dreams die,
A lone dream takes its last breath.
In a beautiful graveyard.
A final resting place.
Another dream breaks.
Another dream dies.
Fading from memory,
Only to be lost forever
In this field of broken dreams.
Author’s Note:
We have all had our share of broken dreams, or losing them. It hurts. Sometimes they die slowly right before us. The above is a dream that dies slowly. Minutes, days, years… The image represents the beauty of the dreams we see. Not all dreams die though… Hold onto the ones you have, and you may see them come to pass.
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