I wonder dose the dead dream

dark shadows are dancing as I walk under the moon light
twisting with a eerie breeze that blows across the gravestones

scattered here and there 
most are from an older age dilapidated from time
some are newer but none are new
I wonder dose the dead dream
do they feel the tremors as I walk upon their graves
do they sense my sadness and sorrow
do they know how lost I feel
do I disturb their resting place with my loneliness  
standing on ground where haunted dreams can't die
pursuing the calm that won't be given to Me in My life
taunted by their betrayals, digging up buried sins
that do not rest at ease
I am lost to the feeling's I once had
love died deep inside like a cancer ever so slow
on matters of the heart I am cursed enough
to learn to hate
before their eyes I was not good enough  for Her
but was good enough to hurt with their Lie's an deceit
petty enemies picking at thoughts and tearing at soul
till we were driven apart
even though I am not whole  I still dream 
as a man that wants no more than to be loved.
a seemly simple request from a thrice broken hearted fool
looking to find redemption in the heart of the purest forgiver
who can except no less than that I am
but no more than the man I will potentially never be
do you think the dead have dreams
 
 
~ D Donner ~

 

 

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Oh, thank you!! I needed to

Oh, thank you!! I needed to read this tonight! <3 :-))))

You are a very talented writer. Very real.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "