Sorrows Dreams

 

Dreams fall on to his face,

Like unbroken rain.

Shattered and torn, like glass,

It rains down unfettered.

And as he lays himself to sleep,

He lies his flesh upon his bed,

As if to weep.

 

Regretting all that was said,

He hopes that he may fall,

Never again to awake,

Unto the pain of another mistake.

As his dreams lay broken and shattered.

This loves lies broken

In the tatters of his sheets.

 

His life he prays to be taken.

All hope is forsaken.

Now lost in sorrow’s dreams,

He lays in lachrymatory fears.

He’s nothing to fear from his loss,

Nothing to gain from his pain,

Maybe with his forgiveness he can start again.

 

Too many maybes pin him down,

Too many what ifs pursue his frown.

Leaving his heart to its endless lonely throne.

Perhaps one day he’ll answer the phone.

But now parted by distant words,

He hopes to cut his earthly ties

And lays and waits for sleep.

 

Truth lying in his jaded heart,

With nothing except dreams of a lost time,

He hungers for a bit of faith.

He fears in this search he’ll find only deceptions.

Maybe in time he’ll see,

He’s nothing to fear from his loss,

Nothing to gain from his pain,

 

Maybe with his forgiveness he can start again.