A dull dream

by Wafaa   Nov 13, 2012


I wake up every day with a shred of
hope, that my path will be embellished
with the ampleness of my thoughts.

And every night, I go to bed holding that
hope hidden behind a bleak heart,
with a few teardrops burried in my bones,
for the hurt I feel is beyond mortal flesh.

I turn my face to the wind to alleviate
the pain of predictable moments, but the
pattern lived and relived is unerasable.

How can one possibly dream of the nonexistent?

When I thought my dreams are my destiny,
my destiny abandoned me once more,
leaving me chained to walls of the ordinary.

No matter how much I yelled freedom,
the echo of my voice screamed reality.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Amreen

    Awesome piece :)
    I loved the sad imagery here and it speaks volumes of how reality and dreams differ... Beautiful:)

  • 11 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    This is one sad write...however you crafted this piece with total precision....seriously the way you made this flow with you word choice and context is nothing short of flawless...i cant pick a favourite part because i love it all, awesome write here sonia one ill be revisiting for a while :)

  • 11 years ago

    by DeviousCharmer

    Totally loved it . so deep. filled with such a empty sad emotion. trully brillant. :)