Prophecy
And time goes on, my friend,
Your wounds that never heal,
Will grow an ugly face,
Your troubles never end.
And life goes on and on...
Your dreams that never came,
Will haunt you as you wake,
Your broken heart won't mend.
And I say
howl at the wind.
run with the river.
drift with the clouds.
burn with the fever.
stare at the fire.
drown in the water.
see the reflections.
gaze at forever.
Your hopes are gone, my friend.
You have no options left.
You have no home to go to.
There's no place to rest.
You may as well give up,
Some things will never change,
Your broken heart won't mend,
It will haunt you as you wake.
And I say
this is your life.
this is your future.
here, take my hand,
look in the mirror.
pick up the shards
as the glass shatters,
make your last choice
and dream of forever.
Aviva Rifka Bhandari
Thu 20th May 2021 08:39
Again, I wasn't really expecting this poem to be so popular. I'm glad that many of you have found reasons to enjoy it.
An extra thank you for everyone who has clicked 'Like', now that it has reached TWO FLOWERS ? ? ? ? ? ? ?