Broken Dreams
A rainbow of promise,
Blinded me to the truth.
Betrayal's harsh sting,
Cut away childhood roots.
Alone for the first time,
My eyes finally opened.
I saw a strangling darkness,
Overwhelm friends to choke them.
Still I believed I was different,
My dreams unique in their goals.
An approach wholly unique,
Throughout its highs and lows.
But eventually my wave of progress,
Plateaued at the lowest trough.
Transformed to a straight line,
All hope was lost.
My dreams became broken,
Whispers of a past I can't remember.
What is a future without goals?
Neither life nor death gets better.
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