Hopes
and Dreams Canceled
Busted
dreams, I see at night,
Waking
up to tears streaming,
on
my pillow and cheeks.
Sadness
taking my mind over,
Whatever
happened to me,
the
person I used to be?
She
was lost somewhere
and
I don't know how to get her back.
I
didn't see her leave,
she
didn't say good-by.
One
day I looked and could not find her.
I
cried that day for her.
She
had such hopes and dreams, but
they
were canceled.
Canceled
by bad choices.
Then
forgotten for the time.
Years
later looking back,
I
cringe to think of what she did
to
herself and her dreams.
Like
they did not matter.
But
matter they did.
Now
she looks back and cries.
Cries
for her sadness consumes her.
Cries
for it being too late for her,
too
late to have any dreams,
just
hardship and heartbreak,
worry,
pain and loneliness
visit
her daily. Whether she invites them or not.
Nobody
to talk to.
Nobody
that cares.
All
alone in the universe,
not
caring whether she lives or dies.
Nobody
would notice.
So
she goes through each day,
over
and over the same
trivial
routine of daily living.
Each
day is all the same,
nothing
to get excited about,
nothing
to smile about,
just
her every day boring life.
Hating
her life and going through the motions,
but
nothing affecting that spot deep inside,
where
excitement, hope and dreams dwells,
deep
inside each person.
Some
never encourage it to come to the surface.
They
just push it back inside,
like
a lump of clay.
There
it stays for the rest of their life.
~
katlupe
Copyright © 2018 Kathleen G. Lupole
Artwork Copyright © 1982 Hazel Dran
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