Burnt dreams never came They’re pushed aside to that place where the sun won’t shine The tide has died The sea don’t soothe The fire burns The night wont end Burnt dreams are blood with splinters running through my veins The artist that wasn’t heard The child that never grew The mother that miscarried The desert without rain The sore that won’t heal My wounds are salted when I think of burnt dreams that never came
Very well written. I like the imagery and can really relate to what you write about. I too have had dreams and hopes destroyed or felt like they were. Keep on writing! Peace and love
The dreams are burnt/forgotten/unrealised etc even though I wanted them so much,therefore they were all dreams that never came (i.e were realised).
