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Poem: The Place of Broken Dreams

Updated on January 24, 2012

The dream didn’t last

As it shattered like glass

In a thousand pieces or more

Just brushed aside

By the dreamer who cried

And couldn’t remember what for


A painful old pile of memories sat

In the corner of life where no hope is at

And everything's there that ever was lost

Or just cast aside, or casually tossed

This is the place we know so well

And hide all the stuff

We care not to tell


Haunted by some photograph

Of happy days gone by

And times when one once smiled and laughed

Yet now can only cry


Where eyes have lost the needful want

Of pleasures once allowed

Like cared for things that torture us

Within our darkest hour

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      I can feel the pain in these words.

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      Michael Beskalis 4 years ago from San Francisco

      Not many can take their sorrow and paint them into words. You have a beautiful painting here that portrays your heart. Its beautiful.

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      sarcasticool 5 years ago from New Zealand

      Thanks for your kind comments. Sometimes the inspiration behind my poems still haunt me even now.

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      H C Palting 5 years ago from East Coast

      This is very haunting and beautifully expressed.

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      sarcasticool 5 years ago from New Zealand

      I wrote this poem when my father was alive many years ago, about broken dreams and things that we hope to do that get tossed aside (as can be read in the summary section). When my father died on the operating table during a hip operation in 1995 I was very unhappy and felt everything he ever worked for was destroyed and the loss of him in my life inspired me to write this poem.

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