Memoirs Of A Crying Darling

Shattered Dreams

All my dreams are dead

Entombed in the ground

My thoughts are eddying in circles

But no reward if I cross start

Silhouettes of what was

or what could have been

still rolling dices

trying to uncover the unseen

Mutters of the past

Are drawing me in

Clusters of memories

Are touching my frozen skin.

Longing, so hard to disregard

Sleeping to endure

Just want to close my eyes

Because in my dreams, dear, you are still alive