Boulevard of broken dreams

Emotionless, no soul
Dead, downward dead
Don't know what or how I feel
Companions, pen and paper
Not knowing what to jot down

Blank feelings
Blank thoughts
My heart a dungeon
Blacker than the blackest black
emotions hollow as an open grave

Trying to find myself
Yet unable to
Where I am
Where I'm going
That still trying to figure out

On this boulevard I am
No board, no direction
It must be,
The boulevard of broken dreams
Where a heartless monster lurks
Waiting on the next victim
Ready to devour what should be

Turning back
would label me a coward
Facing my fears
would deem me triumphant
Whether I stay or not
the decision mine to make
However
In order to do that
I first need to search for my soul

©Boulevard of broken dreams (01/2020)
 By: Dipuo Peterson (Sui-Generis)

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