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- Shadow of My Dreams
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Shadow of My Dreams
I live in the shadow of my dreams
Mind movies that ruin my truth
They come when I wake
No longer when I sleep
I am anything inside them
I am nothing outside
A shell of what I have done
The shame of memories forgotten
The past invades too often
Leaving the future dim
I wish to have my dreams true
They only smolder as ash
The talents I let decay
Decisions made and never unmade
Pain invades my dreams
A life missed wastes away
I shall be what I will
A fool that misses nothing
Invaluable to some
Though the truth eludes them
I die in the shadow of my dreams
- COMMENTS
Redsled07almost 4 years agoI wholeheartedly concur when post of anonymous, the whole of your works has been most enjoyable and I thank you as well!
Jerry aka Redsled07
Anonymousalmost 5 years agoI just finished reading all of your stories.
I enjoyed them very much and really appreciate the work that went into them.
Thank you!
Anonymousalmost 5 years agoDamn, wish you could get some empathy and comfort.
legerdemerover 8 years agoYou have some beautiful, evocative lines here.
The second stanza is replete with 20/20 hindsight; I might have changed the third line as follows:
I am anything inside them
I am nothing outside
A shell of what I am, what I have done
The shame of memories forgotten
The fourth is almost painful to read, especially the first and last lines. I might have rewritten it as follows, if it were me:
Talents I let decay
Decisions never unmade
Pain invades my dreams
A life missed wastes away
(the decisions would have had to be made for 'unmade' to make sense)
And in the last stanza I think deleting the "the" in the last line would really improve the flow and lyricism of the entire stanza, and the poem.
I shall be what I will
A fool that misses nothing
Invaluable to some
Though truth eludes them
Your poem expressed similar feelings to the ones I addressed in my Bliss, A Purgatory. You might enjoy that one.
It was a very lovely read, though philosophical and sad. Which ones of us made perfect choices every time?
