A Mind Infinite

Infinity: The Views of a Dreamer

Reality

                                

                Parents cradle their newly born,

                waving their blossoming child in the air as if a freshly picked flower

                All your dreams will come true mother says,

                anything you want to be you can be, the father adds

                Destiny, dreams

                Was it the dream of the child to be,

                abused,  terrorized and raped?

                Was this of the divine plan?

                To be predisposed to drug addiction and alcoholism,

                the future of prostituting of one’s own body for money?

                Incarceration, crime, devastation and loss?

                Dreams promised,

                encased in a foil of flame

                Burning away in the frosty nighttime air,

                the wind blowing the ashes of dreams and pages of destiny eastward

                 

                Innocence gone,

                the bitterness of adulthood gripping the soul ever so tight

                The fantasies of childhood imagination,

                blown away with the ashes of the dreams and pages of destiny

                The ashes,

                floated down to the bottom of the deep sea

                When the waves hit the rocks,

                responsibility, debt and confusion was all that remained

                Attempting to sew the darkness of the shattered soul shut,

                the blackness of opium concentrates piercing through the veins

                Comatose and numb,

                a final reminder of reality flashes before the eyes

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This entry was posted on March 19, 2014 by in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , .
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