Dreams are a beautiful thing
A painting of who we aspire to be
Dreams that seem so out of reach only for us to fall and weep
Fear consumes that beautiful piece and turns it into a tragedy
Skies that were once in colors we see in the depth in our minds
Gone into shades of black and gray
The fear of not being able to live up to these unachievable dreams
To be shot down before we get off of the ground
Feeling the grasp of fear holding us down
Keeping these extraordinary dreams just out of reach
Constant whispers from the skies asking if we are going to stop by
Begging to be more than a thought that is now chained to the sky
The dread that will consume the heart
Crush the spirit
And darken the soul
That is fears imprint on the dreams that were "meant to be"
Now they trophies for fear to admire
To be a constant reminder of the battle that was won
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Pain and Serenity
PoetryA compilation of poems that reveal the dark thoughts that consume people. Thoughts that are never voiced. Antagonizing thoughts that consume a person that make them self-destructive. A mixture of emotional, mental, and physical conflicts that occu...
