
Death of a Dream
I write in the pain of my heart the one has been forsaken by the love of my life. I am crushed by the fear of loneliness and loss of love. Will I ever feel love again? Will I ever hold her again? My hope has been taken away from me and been replaced with emptiness. The hollowness of my heart echoes with the voice of my despair and loss. My heart shatters into so many pieces, it's replaced with the darkness where no light can pierce through. I live my days just dying inside but the day will come in the morning my eyes won't open again to see another day. For I am teased with a hope of love but again it’s taken away. Am I not worthy to be just loved? My tears are my food and my desire for natural food and drink passes away slowly. I have become nothing I once thought I have become like the clay of the earth. Clay is something and has a purpose. I lost everything when I lost you my purpose was taken, and you where the love of my life. All is lost except my breath that too will be taken away soon. My only relief is that day when my breath is taken from me I'll have peace again. Love that is lost never really comes again to someone that belongs nowhere and is no one. For now I am living nowhere and my name has changed to no one. So when my last breath comes I won’t be missed no one who once lived nowhere. The pages of my past and future is torn into nothing. I now won't ever have existed, and I have never been missed, I never been loved and my heart never been broken. My memory will be erased from my love’s mind. I became no one from nowhere because I was really nothing in the beginning. I was just a dream that was tossed to the dust of the earth and forgotten. I’m just now a dream to travel the world seeking to be dreamed again, loved again to exist again, be somewhere and have a name again. Until then I just wait hopelessly hoping for a day I become a realized reality, into someone's mind again that I would be her dream again. If I shouldn’t be her dream again Ill just travel the world aimlessly wandering till my last day my last hour and my last breath.



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