ElegantEclipse's blog: "My Poetry"

I look to the future, It is blank for me. Nothing has been written, It is bare you see. Like a tree without leaves. Like the flowers without rain. Just an abyss, Full of emptiness. The futuer is suppose to hold all of your dreams. The only ones I have, Are from days gone by. They say when it is near the end, You hold nothing dear. You do not have dreams, That you want to make real. My dreams are all gone. They are buried in the past. No longer do I hold a love that won't last. Empty and broken. Shattered and torn. My cup is empty, Never again to be filled. I look to the futuer and mine is a blank screen. Dee Parenti All Rights Reserved