The Dream Of Festering Doubt
Changing places.
Erasing the existence of certain faces.
Anxieties high.
Rain drops falling from the sky.
Pondering a wonderful dream so it seems.
In the lateness of night their are many things I'm trying to achieve.
Facing a brick wall and knowing you will get through it all.
A voice of confidence saying you will make it.
To survive in a dream, one must realize it is all in your control.
Only financially limited as one has always been.
Somethings will never change.
In debt one must sigh with regret.
Moving to the world a little more quaint.
Seeing images of all the saints.
Lined up in a row all depicting their own inner conflict.
The suffering of those are presumed so great.
The lights dim and then you faint.
Waking up to the shattering a glass.
That use be my home says the man holding dearly onto his crutches.
How could they ever do that to me.
The totally unexpected.
In the mind the sights make it through but are still rejected.
It can't not be for I have not willed it as part of my destiny.
The perfect rose petals start turning brown and wither away.
In time so many things will be forgotten about this day.
Even in greatest of hopes one must still pray.
Holding on to such strong beliefs.
Believing the wishing well will never fade.
Throwing coins in to bring about change.
But what happens when you run out,
or lose count.
Let us not fester this doubt.
Encouragement from deep within.
To overcome, without a single surrender or sacrifice.
To say this is my life, I shall live whatever the price.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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