An Ode to Broken Dreams

I sit alone at the window
Peering up at the singer.
Flowing from her lips was
The rhythmic tune of:
“Praise you
Praise you
Praise you.”

Ultimately she draws me
To you.
I haven’t drifted to you for
Many moons. You make me
Unstable
Weak
Dead.

I glide to silence her sound.
She trips me sending me
Down through smiles
Down through emotions so fickle
Down to depths I have long escaped.

As I lay with broken dreams,
I weep for she,
The radio,
Has brought me to you.

Poem by alimo1

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