About the Poem
I believe that suicide and depression, when not medically induced, are the direct result of not having a Dream to propell you into tomorrow. Take away a person's Dreams, and you take away their life.
And when Annette left my life, I realized yet another Truth about Dreams. The 'little' Dreams most of us are raised to pursue really don't mean that much.
My Dreams |
| by Ron Carnell |
| My Dreams have always Been simple dreams. Nothing elaborate. I wanted to be rich. I wanted to be famous. I wanted to be a benefit to mankind. But most of all, I just wanted to be with You. Suddenly, All my Dreams have turned to Nightmares. |
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4 Visitor Comments
Adalaide
how very true a life in certain time. But Dawn is always open-armed warm.
Teresa
I loved the poem I can totally relate.
betty jo
i think this poem was good it fit the i fill i have been hideing in side of my self becasue i just lost my grandmommow
Linda
i'm pretty dense about peotry but it seems like a good poem. And that last line gives this poem a wierd twist(that i don't understand) but all of those who know a thing about poetry this is the poem 4 u.
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