Flower petals... falling from the sky, <br />Swinging down slowly, from that place up high. <br />Twisting and turning, each doing a dance, <br />One lands on my palm, just by chance. <br /> <br />But as I look closer I realise and I see, <br />That these aren't petals falling around me, <br />These are people dreams, falling from above. <br />Dreams of hope, happiness and love. <br /> <br />But these dreams are shattered and broken, <br />They were half formed when the person was woken. <br />But these aren't just any dreams, these are mine, <br />Each one shattered, severed by many a line. <br /> <br />These are my dreams of hope and lore, <br />Dreams of the woman that I would adore, <br />But these dreams are that, and broken so, <br />Such love and happiness, I will never know. <br /> <br />Instead I stand here, as it all falls down, <br />And within the sorrow I let myself drown. <br />Cause there's no way to escape, or set myself free, <br />This is who I am, this is how it'll always be. <br /> <br />Tempted to end it, end it by my own hand, <br />This anguish this pain, I cannot stand... <br />Let me fall to the ground, as the broken dreams land...<br /><br />Kevin Lynch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-dreams-39/
