House of Dreams

July 7, 2012
By WhiteHart PLATINUM, Newberry, Florida
WhiteHart PLATINUM, Newberry, Florida
26 articles 4 photos 5 comments

A famine has crept out in the land
Where my soul hasn't the heart to reveal its plans.
Barren, dry, and crumbling sand
Holds up the structure that caring commands.

Dream of a forest, lush and green
Where willows weep along the streams,
But jaded favor there remains--
A faux peace and a muted scream.

In attempted success, the day turns to black.
On shaky ground, I fall through the cracks.
Winded and worn, tattered and torn,
I am in my land now. There is no turning back.


The author's comments:
Interpret this as you wish.

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on Aug. 1 2012 at 8:54 pm
WhiteHart PLATINUM, Newberry, Florida
26 articles 4 photos 5 comments
Thank you!

on Jul. 9 2012 at 10:37 pm
eleniapostolatos GOLD, Doral, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
We count the broken lyres that rest
Where the sweet wailing singers slumber.

Wow this is fantastic. I got shivers while reading it - good job.




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