I lie here.
In the dark….alone.
Struggling… not to think.
Because thinking doesn’t work.
I lie here until I feel a single tear…
slide down my face.
I hear it softly hit the pillow.
Then I feel the tear trickle down my arm..
And hear it hit the floor below.
A sad sound.
Because that one tear..
was once filled with a thousand hopes and dreams.
Hopes and dreams of the innocent.
Hopes and dreams of what could have been.
I fall asleep to the sound of that one soft tear.
Echoing in my mind.
I awake the next morning to find..
That the tear had stained the floor below.
Just a small stain..
Nothing now but an insignificant reminder
Of a lonely dried up dream.
Erica Ivory
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Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on February 22, 2003
Erica,
Dried up lonely dreams
~tears "
I lie here until I feel a single tear…
slide down my face.
I hear it softly hit the pillow.
Then I feel the tear trickle down my arm..
And hear it hit the floor below"
Excellent
Peg
Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on February 22, 2003
so much feeling in these simple words - the imagery is so clear...it lingers, like the stain upon your floor.
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Dried up lonely dreams
~tears "
I lie here until I feel a single tear…
slide down my face.
I hear it softly hit the pillow.
Then I feel the tear trickle down my arm..
And hear it hit the floor below"
Excellent
Peg
I agree with TRASK. Never give up!
~E
You Can't Hope,Wish Nor Pray, But You Can__
Never Ever Give Up On Your Dream's!!
Thank You Your Kind Comments...
Your Friend, Tear's,TRASK