Death of a Dream

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By: Santos Taíno Santiago

 

Something inside me killed my dream

I remember them like yesterday’s news

Passing by the moment

Passing like a hail storm

Leaving the cold drops to melt on the pavement

Turning into water

Washed away by the blowing wind

 

Something inside me killed my dreams

I remember them slightly

Like the few times I was held tightly

Then let go briefly

Yearning for the hugs that never came

 

Something inside me killed my dreams

I remember them just for a moment

They enter my mind

Then quickly forgotten

Like a pair of old Pro Keds

Hanging on the telephone line

I’ve forgotten a dream

Which, one day, I dared call mine

 

Something inside me killed my dream

I don’t know where my dream lost life

Was it by the gutter

Where I bled

Trying to cling to life?

Or with my hands on the wall?

“Assume the position!” he said

Something inside me killed my dream

Nothing more can be said of the dread

 

Something inside me killed my dream

I can’t recall it to mind

After all the years gone by

I try, I try and I try

To forget the dream

That slowly inside

Found a way to die

Something inside me killed my dream

 

 

 

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by Covis Marketing, SP with his permission – All Rights Reserved.

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