Poetry

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© Bob Barra, 2-21-07

the death of a dream
right before my eyes;
the end of me, so it seemed;
the truth had lost to lies;

it found a way to defeat me;
i’m struck down deep inside;
like hiding behind a barren tree,
i’ve no where to hide;

who will listen
to the crying of my soul?
a weeping heart that’s blistering;
i’m far from feeling whole;

who else knows me,
with all that i’ve gone through?
a darkened soul besets me;
too black to be blue;

the day gives way
to another lonely night;
only the walls hear what i say;
i see no good in sight;

no strength is left,
i think i’ll just lie down;
i’ll go to sleep, with heart bereft;
why watch the sun go down?...


For M.S, with much sympathy...



Author notes:
This isn't about me. It's about a good friend I care very much about. For those who read this I ask also for prayers for the one this is about. They have been so struck down by false believers and people who only live for themselves.

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