Author: Wasted Postage PM
A poem about being afraid to hope.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 190 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 02-24-06 - id: 2119936
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Cadence intrudes on the silence of solitude
Like the resonating echo of a single heartbeat,
Keeping time with the falling
The falling of the stars, and growing fainter,
Yet persistently chasing time away.
There in the midst of the confusion,
Is the slow, consistent beat—
Unobtrusive but ever present—
Of one recurring thought.
The shadow of a nameless hope
Beautiful and terrifying,
Confined to the edge of consciousness.
Suddenly there is clarity
In the realization of a disillusioned mind
The striking reality of the dream—
Suddenly it's all a dream—
The lines are skewed and the colors blurred
All that is left is the waiting
Waiting to awaken and begin again
Fearing the cadence of hopeful thoughts
Fighting to remember
It's all a dream…
February 24, 2006
Author's Note: I know this is really abstract and kind of weird, but this is about being afraid of hope, or being afraid to hope for something you believe is only a dream. I don't know if it makes much sense, but sometimes poetry just doesn't make sense, even to the poet. Reviews are very much appreciated.