she dreamt of white dotted skies
a horde made of shattered lies
little things that seemed so small
was the greatest of them all.
she wished that she could fly
among the gods that she admired
the humans turned into living idols
by their actions that were deemed worthwhile.
she shattered her already broken dreams
her mind tearing at the seams
tried to reach for the skies and failed
lost the dreams that could never be repaired.
she picked up the broken pieces
threw them to hell's farthest reaches
cried herself to an endless sleep
woke, and then repeated.
shattering dreams one by one
but she could never seem to be done
with the endless dreams she dreamt
and the vines of dreams ran unkempt.
the assemblage of broken dreams
failed attempts pooled in streams
flowing gently in a fine line
on the scarred terrain she called her mind.
the shattered dreams gathered round her
somehow Hope had always found her
she dreamt again, though built on lies
she dreamt of white dotted skies.
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Dregs Of Me
PoetryWhere the dregs of my thoughts that strung together into lyrical words will be recorded till the end of time. Wonderful cover by @BellSistersGraphics
