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Unfulfilled
 
We live a stale existence.
Going through the motions of life,
Being 'happy',
Because,
that's what we are supposed to do.
We live our routine,
Give nothing , Get nothing.
We are empty,
And to an outsider we look ok.
They accept our facade,
Everything is as it seems,
That is the image we sell.
We laugh and smile and play,
Without the happiness,
ever reaching our eyes.
We are numb to our empty lives,
But the sorrow grows by the day,
The hollow feeling in the pits of our souls,
That tell us this is not what we dreamed,
No... how can it be?
In our dreams we were happy and free,
To dance under the midnight sky,
To ponder how and why,
And count the endless possibilities,
As if they were stars.
Dreams,
That is just what they were,
And now we are here,
as we face the harsh reality,
That our dreams fluttered away,
in the wind,
Like leaves in the fall,
And took our hope with them,
And emptiness,
is what we have to show for it all.
We have to face the fact,
That like our dreams,
We are unfulfilled.

By Colored in Crimson

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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