An Echo Of A Scream

January 18, 2014
By sherine elkhazendar BRONZE, El Mokattam, Cairo, Other
sherine elkhazendar BRONZE, El Mokattam, Cairo, Other
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When we were kids we used to dream,

So why did we lose those dreams,

Is it this cruel world that leads us to scream,

An ugly frustrated scream,

Or is it our impossible dreams,

Is it my fault I was born a dreamer,

Or is it my fault that once I started,

I insisted to scream,

Laud and deafening screams,

To try to touch my dream,

To close my eyes and see sunshine,

To block the grays and blacks,

Or is it this world vast and wide,

That has no place for dreams,

I scream and scream yet dreams are still dreams,

Wisps of smoke from a fire ,

Dying inside me until there are no dreams,

I don't even know how much longer I could keep on breathing,

My voice is gone like my fire,

No dreams, no screams,

All is left is the ashes,

And a memory of a dream,

An echo of a dying scream.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem for everybody that had to let go of their hopes or dreams under life's pressure.

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on Jan. 22 2014 at 8:52 am
arieeeduhh08 BRONZE, Detroit, Michigan
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I loveeeee this\ great job! true too


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