"Cynical"

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Anger & Hurt

I've walked along this dusty path

Of shattered hopes too dim to last,

And stumbled over broken dreams

That brought me to my blood-stained knees.

And I have watched through misted eyes

My "happy-evers" plunge and die.

And I have tasted many tears

Throughout these long and wasted years.

And I have felt the wrenching pain

Of feeling my own heart get stained.

And I have felt the loss of losing,

I have felt the constant bruising.

And I know what defeat looks like;

I see it every day and night.

It rears its ugly head each time

I try to claim what should be mine.

And I can also hear the sound

Of my hopes and dreams hit the ground.

They shatter like a delicate glass

And shine like dewdrops in the grass.

And I try to fix them, {stupid me}

But they cut me deep and make me bleed.

So I continue down this dusty path

Of shattered hopes too dim too last,

And stumble over broken dreams

That bring me to my blood-stained knees.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one is for every dream I've watched get shattered.

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