Hey all! So just came up with another poem and stayed up until like one in the morning writing it and then spent the next three days correcting it. This poem, in my opinion, has potential to be really good but it is missing a couple bits and pieces. Which is why I put it on here! so you guys can help me point out what i'm missing. While you are reading this just think about this. What happens do a dream after its been destroyed and forgotten? Where do all those shattered dreams go?
I walk this street alone,
across this broken world I use to own.
A single flickering flame casts
screaming shadows from my past.
My roses so red,
now wilted and dead.
I walk this street alone,
through shattered dreams I used to own.
"Here comes the rain again,
falling from the stars.
Drenched in my pain again,
becoming who we are."
Through the sea,
of shattered dreams.
Weeping roses wilt and freeze
in the endless sea of memories.
Faceless shapes scream and wail,
long after their dreams set sail.
Through the colorless sea
of dying memories.
Help me please.
Set me free,
from the endless sea,
of shattered dreams.
TuckEr EllsworTh
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