original poems by john allen

the death of dreams...

my dreams have died
all hope has left
my heart is cold
my soul bereft

it happened slowly
getting worse each day
colors seemed to fade
all I see is gray

everything is gone
i'm deep inside my shell
no hopes, no dreams, no desires
nothing left, but hell


© John Allen March, 2005

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