This new found hope was my revival. But was a mere beckoning to a new life. It was all I really had. My heart was trying to pump again but couldn’t. It was frozen solid. I still couldn’t breathe. And I still couldn’t move this lifeless body. But now the soul had reason to reach one last time. I took all I had left of me to keep this hope alive. The rest I had to take. Till it evolved into this…
Stolen Dream
What little I have is this dream.
For a way to forget my pain,
To never look back,
And for something to look forward too.
For not a day goes by,
I have yet to stop bleeding;
To have everything recede to nothing but a glimpse of hope.
My emotions eating away,
And only driven by pain,
To the point I dare to throw my own heart away.
So I won’t feel anything.
So I won’t remember anything.
Because my mind is already gone,
And the pain is where my memories are kept.
The many times I told you, “I will be there,” But I couldn’t.
The many times I said “I’m sorry.” and “I love you.”
I felt it is unheard.
I don’t want to remember!
For that look… For that touch… Or that kiss…
For if I do, I know I will miss it so.
And to even hear you say “I love you,”
I know… I will never hear you say it again.
Made blind by love,
I am left in darkness without a hand to guide me.
I held onto you for fear that you would let go.
I gave and gave and never asked for a thing but love in return.
It wasn’t enough.
I lost my grip and I murdered in vain of me.
I sacrificed any and everything.
I had lost more than you.
I lost me.
I had lost everything, except a stolen dream.