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The Missing Dream (poem)

Updated on May 11, 2015

With his hard day of labor through

A bed awaits the rest he’s due

And one more missing dream renew

From memories its power drew

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Though every night its curse he knew

Sleep beckoned him what could he do

And even before his eyes close he heard its hateful voice

From pillow’s welcome set askew

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What once was him his hopes cling to

But this seems to infuriate his nightly specter

Who heightens the score of its backdrop to draw him in

This fellow who faces his dew

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What real harm could dreams bring says a vanishing voice

As darkness unknown consumes everything everything

Even the source of his terror is taken

As he kisses all else adieu

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Then he feels the chains of his fear drawing him back

You are in our world again says the only voice he knows

There in the absence of an eternal instance

A heart that was true

You broke it in two

Here again we share the moment when she jumped to her death

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      How awful to relive that terrible moment over and over again. Will the vision ever be erased from his memory?

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