May 2017
A dream becomes a nightmare,
when you dream it alone.
A poem becomes empty,
when it's meaning is lost.
Joy becomes a burden,
when you keep it a secret.
But how can the circle be broken,
When your dreams are meant to be kept a secret.
So you don't lose your last chance to not end up all alone.
The answer is hidden in the words I cannot say
when you dream it alone.
A poem becomes empty,
when it's meaning is lost.
Joy becomes a burden,
when you keep it a secret.
But how can the circle be broken,
When your dreams are meant to be kept a secret.
So you don't lose your last chance to not end up all alone.
The answer is hidden in the words I cannot say
This is one of my first poems I ever wrote. and deffinitly not my best work, it has been years ago now. I still knew I hid a message in it, but it took me a few hours to find it again. even though I wrote it. So i guess everyone who will happen to read it won't find it at all. But maybe, that's the beauty of this poem: knowing there is a hidden message in it, but not being able to find it. since, that's what this poem is all about
