DREAMS DIE HARD by Hymar David

(For Sewe Leah)

It is hard to come to terms
With loss,
Harder yet to embrace the memory
Of life;
What once was.

I know
Of flowers that wither in the sun,
And roses that wilt in the grips
Of wanton boys
Who pluck them for sport
To decorate sandcastles.

Seems so vast yet vague and far.
And it is hard
To keep dreaming
When the walls are closing in
And your heart is breaking
One tiny crack at a time,
Then a million shattered pieces on the floor.

(And we make careers
Of picking broken fragments of us
From the ground).

Times pass
Memories fade
Friends come
Then go
Wars start
And cease
Hearts love
Then break
And mend
Then love
And break
And mend
Once again
(Bleak echoes)
And dreams
Die hard.


Hymar David.



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