TRAGIC Poem: A Dreamt of Death, by Danielle Gallus

A lack of bitterness with the world set aflame,
Our eyebrows no longer bumped together in scowl.
The fire was still captivating,
But I was sick and tired of being your blame.
My hands have been emptied,
No need to bat your wings and growl.
A firm-minded heart,
Will always be the one envied.

Don’t come to me and plead,
“Let’s be a lyrical mention”
I’d rather sing a song of your kindled misery
I want to see your brandished fist in need.
Maybe we’ll walk away from the fire
But it still holds our attention
Broken bronze buildings besmirched
Something you and I both admire.

Our dreams are only meant to be dreamt,
We exist between torture and desire
Dreams will always be the one envied,
Something you and I don’t admire.

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