Faded thoughts of dreamless splendor
Diaries left unopened,
revealing
What could have
Been
But more fully what
never was.
Fear drags along its
conquered victim
into a place where no
man sleeps
And eyes grow sore
Revealing secrets
ne’er foretold
Where hope flickers
meaninglessly one begins to see
Another Heaven
I hope you know that you're poetry is powerful. I think you have mastered some great techniques. "and eyes grow sore/Revealing secrets ne'er foretold" are two great lines.
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