We dreamt of a future where anything could happen,
Nothing good did.
We dreamt of a where that was filled with pink, soft cotton candy clouds,
The sunset full of clouds never happened.
We dreamt of a music that held all in thrall,
Instead, explosions, bombs, and death, orchestrated mayhem.
We dreamt that there was a way out,
None came.
Now we stand looking for hope.
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Poetic Dirge
PoetryA variety of mostly dark poetry, both real world and imaginary. #482 dragon 6/19/18-#424 survival 6/19/18-#159 prose 6/19/18
