Poet Pen: Broken Dreams

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The beginning

Leads to the middle

And then to the end

A fight with no purpose

A prayer with no hope

A life walked on the highest slope

To days gone by

And days to come

A future

A past

Becomes undone

Sense brings nothing

Thinking brings worse

My heart beating slow

Fast

Then slow

Bring to me the end of day

On my knees, I kneel and pray

To a new beginning

Middle

And better end

To fight for the belief

Hoping for some relief

A rest along that twisted path

That tomorrow will bring

And with it

Hope for rain

Rain clouds

Rainbows

Tears

No one else can see

The vision in the mirror

That is the broken dream.

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