English Writing Response (in the perspective of Langston H

July 9, 2011
My dream had faded.
It became a brief flash of light somewhere during sleep.
My dream had faded.
A wall grew up from a tiny seed.
A seed that had been planted,
a doubt against my dream.
My life full of things and people,
Built up brick by brick,
The thing that castes shadows made me lie down, sick
As I lived in the dark and missed my beautiful sun
I looked down at my hands.
I realized, rehoped, redreamed, and replanned.
I tore down my wall and my faded dream shone.
Why fades a dream?
Because a man gives up hope.
Because he loses sight.
Because he lives in darkness.
Because he briefly forgets for what he fights.
But I remembered.





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