Broken Dreams

I crossed the treacherous moat
In my small rowboat
Upon reaching the other side
I stopped and cried
For the great Castle I had sought
Had been brought
Down
To the ground
By all the evil behind
The death of mankind
The fear I had run
From
Simply awaited me
Across the sea
My dreams a scatter
Like trash upon dirty water
So I got back in my boat
But before I reached the other side I awoke...
it was still dark, and late
here where I'd found my fate
outside I heard the rain,
inside nothing - no joy, no pain
laying back I tried again to dream
but only found, I couldn't feel a thing -
Broken dreams
It seems
Are humanities worst
Endless curse..........

poem by Smoky Hoss
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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