Forest of Lost Dreams
Up in ashes with no fire, only smoke to tell the tale,
Stars rise up one by one too quickly burn and then go out,
Lightning flashes amidst thunderous applause to drown out
The cries and tears that fall, unseen and unheard in a forest
Dark, do they even exist at all?
No path to follow no markers to guide,
Only a forest of dark trees stacked high to the sky
Each ring a lost dream that has gone by the by,
Dreams that you dreamed of the future to fly,
Now construct the trees in your forest of woe.
Mists shroud the borders as fog clouds the mind,
Ever in the gloaming no rays can you find,
Through the pall that covers as a dark cloak encircles,
Into your garden of grief and despair where the dreams
You once dreamed of a future so fair.
Stars rise up one by one too quickly burn and then go out,
Lightning flashes amidst thunderous applause to drown out
The cries and tears that fall, unseen and unheard in a forest
Dark, do they even exist at all?
No path to follow no markers to guide,
Only a forest of dark trees stacked high to the sky
Each ring a lost dream that has gone by the by,
Dreams that you dreamed of the future to fly,
Now construct the trees in your forest of woe.
Mists shroud the borders as fog clouds the mind,
Ever in the gloaming no rays can you find,
Through the pall that covers as a dark cloak encircles,
Into your garden of grief and despair where the dreams
You once dreamed of a future so fair.
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When a loved one dies you are left with any plans and dreams made for the future. What do you do with those dreams? Where do they go? In my poem these dreams begin stacking one upon another building trees in a dark forest that is shrouded by shadow and fog.
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