The doctor,
Has medicines
For most things;
But none,
For
Broken dreams.
This body,
can endure
punishments; plenty from
Diseases but
Not,
Broken dreams.
The world
Tells me:
Take it easy.
Don’t Dream.
Just
be happy.
They don’t
Care, if
I live unhappy;
Or live,
Without
Any hope.
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How they
played me,
with their trickery;
making me
smother
my dreams.
They will
play you,
The same way;
and you’ll
murder
for them.
They will
trick you,
into ripping out
your own
heart
for them.
They will
convince you,
that it’s only
common sense
you
fit in.
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That they
cured themselves,
of their deliriums,
this way;
once
long ago.
That they
too murdered,
all their dreams;
because ‘they’
told
them so.
And ‘they’
did so,
for ‘them’ too;
and others,
for
many others.
Don’t heed
‘their’ advice,
they lack imagination;
but you,
will
die. Painfully.
The doctors
have medicines,
for many things;
but none,
for
broken dreams.
© Jay Kaushal
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So true…
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‘They will convince you, that it’s only common sense you fit in.
They will assure you; that they too, once were like you are. That they cured themselves, of their deliriums, this way; once long ago. That they too murdered, all their dreams; because ‘they’ told them so.
And ‘they’ did so, for ‘them’ too; and others, for many others.’
Nice work Jay.
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Thank you Ev…Story of my life…
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Yeah? Mine too. Figures.
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Haha this is one poem everyone can identify with on some level I think. We all have some broken dreams that no amount of medicines or therapy can fix. 🙂
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Oh Amen to that honey.
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