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bullets of broken dreams
through this murkiness,
the penumbra of night.
illumintated in strands of blue
are the visions of what it could have been.
beyond these many beliefs,
foreign to my mind.
beyond these common places,
harsh and barren to my soul.
the windless breeze
assumes monstrous forms.
as I toy with the gun
loading bullets of broken dreams.
i have seen the power
and the strife of life.
nothing here or there
will ever belong to me.
i do not belong here,
i do not belong there.
all that was once
is now nevermore…
the penumbra of night.
illumintated in strands of blue
are the visions of what it could have been.
beyond these many beliefs,
foreign to my mind.
beyond these common places,
harsh and barren to my soul.
the windless breeze
assumes monstrous forms.
as I toy with the gun
loading bullets of broken dreams.
i have seen the power
and the strife of life.
nothing here or there
will ever belong to me.
i do not belong here,
i do not belong there.
all that was once
is now nevermore…
Published 24th Apr 2013
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24th Apr 2013 7:52am
depression can push you to that point. it's better not to play with guns...
24th Apr 2013 9:16am
i like this one (i can relate , been there b4)..poems like this only strenghtens the soul..
24th Apr 2013 1:03pm
24th Apr 2013 3:04pm
25th Apr 2013 5:45pm
Deep and emotionally charged while getting to your point. Do like but yet a sad fact presented. Hope it gets better.
17th May 2013 3:59am
