I’m sitting alone at this wooden bench <br />Under the old oak, <br />Counting the lonely stars, <br />Wondering how many years I have wasted <br />Trying to keep everyone happy but myself. <br />I send a prayer to God, <br />Captured in the heart of a grey butterfly, <br />Covered with secret tears, <br />Protected with the innocence of a child <br />That only wished to be loved. <br />And I’m waiting as always, <br />With a patience that starts to look old <br />And a smile that wants to run away with my dreams. <br />I no longer wish to dream <br />All I want is someone to hold my hand <br />While I pass through this numb reality <br />That sends dreamers to the dungeons of loneliness…<br /><br />Ivy Christou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-of-a-despaired-dreamer/
