Broken Dreams
A nightmare began as a dream
until taken over with violence.
I traced the changed content
to the newspaper I’d read.
To those who had been
senselessly, brutally killed.
To those who not only lost
their lives but their dreams.
Somehow it became my job
to sweep up the broken pieces.
A nightmare began as a dream
until taken over with violence.
I traced the changed content
to the newspaper I’d read.
To those who had been
senselessly, brutally killed.
To those who not only lost
their lives but their dreams.
Somehow it became my job
to sweep up the broken pieces.
Dear Caryl,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your contribution, it gives me food for thought, a sagacious poem.
Best wishes,
Inge
Hey my friend. It is always a joy reading and meditating upon your poetry. I was blessed by "Broken Dreams." Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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very thought provoking
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