Day 133

(Okay guys, this one is a little different, because I didn't start out to write it for my poem of the day, but I finished it and loved it, so, yeah, it's my poem today. :D)


A Place For Broken Dreams?

Is there a place where broken dreams go? Is there a place that holds them and never lets them go? What happens to these dreams when someone goes away? Are they locked away forever, too hard to ever reach? What would happen if we ever found the key?

If there was such a place where broken dreams go, would we ever know? How would you count them? How could you place them? How could you place them? Would they only serve reminders of what you’ve lost? Or maybe, would these dreams push us to see what we’ve gained?

What kind of place would broken dreams reside? Mountain tops high in the sky or in a desert sand hole somewhere to hide? Is there really room for these lost things? In the entire world, it is it possible to find? Is a secret like that too great for man-kind?

And what of the future? What will happen we’re gone? Will our cluttered dreams litter roads and lawns? Is it the only thing we’re really left behind? What does this mean?

What does this mean? Why can’t I find this place where dreams go to die? Why do I feel like I’m the only one to try? Are there others, like me, that cry? Do they cry at lost hopes and dreams, replaced easily it seems?

So, is there a place for broken dreams?

If there is, open the door and set them free.