Forsaken Dreams

Forsaken Dreams

Author: William Watts

 

 

Beneath the aura that surrounds me is but a clump of clay, molded in an image of a man who now has become decayed.

 

Once a strong and caring man, who lived on hopes and dreams, here lies now broken down forgotten or so it seems.

 

As I lie here waiting until the last breaths taken, beaten and broken down by life, I have become forsaken. 

 

You may think of me as weak or foolish for giving in, but I have grown tired of fighting a battle that I can’t win. 

 

I’m not looking for pity so please don’t shed a tear, I finally hit the end of my rope, death I no longer fear. 

 

As life begins it must end this we all know well, we live to earn our wings in heaven or burn in the pit of hell. 

 

Beneath the aura that surrounds me is but a clump of clay, crushed under the foot of life, soon to become decayed. 

 

The End

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Comments (2)

  1. dreamshadow59

    Nice image creation…

    May 13, 2016