HARSH WORLD
Dreams are the dried up wilted dead things that blow around your legs,Getting caught under foot and getting crushed all over again,
Turning back into dust, Waiting for you to sleep,
Being reborn to start again, Laughing at you believing,
Believing such things could really come true,
We always try or hope that one day, Some way it could,
But you find Dreams are only imagination and nothing more,
Wading through the muck of your thoughts,
Of a better life in a better light, Illumination of a lost soul,
Still standing in shadow seeming to be out of reach of the light,
No matter how bright or warm it may be,
Life deprived of love realizes it's not the power we/I thought it to be,
It too is an illusion that is idolized in ones mind, A deception of a lie,
That's truly needs to be accepted,
The heart pumps blood, It feels no compassion, No love lost,
It's all an allusion to something invisible,
Our minds are swayed with thoughts that are impossible,
They border on the realm of make believe when it all comes to the fact,
That really we could care less, It's only a physical need,
Why care for a touch, Or a smell and a sight,
Believing on feelings not really seen,
When in all reality it's dark and damp,
Sounds are static, Voices fade away not comprehending, not caring,
Our sight is faulty as our taste are programed,
We see, I see the world in the stark vision of truth,
Based on the lies we tell ourselves,
We come to a bad place only to find this is it,
There is nothing more,
Love is a knife, Stabbing you in the back, just beyond your reach,
I can't pull it out, So I leave it where it is,
So why do I drop to the ground on my knees,
Why are there tears I can"t control,
What is this pain I can not bare,
I roll up into a ball, Close my eyes,
It's hard to breath as my body shakes uncontrollably,
I can not stop, I can not live like this,
I can not die for this is worse than death,
Some thing inside of me died, Some lied,
Something inside of me tried, Some one I lost,
Something I can never find again, Some one I can't find,
Something that was will never be again, Someone.........
Richard E. Cartledge PHOENIX 3/1/2011
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