Poem -

Empty Dreams and Broken Souls

Help me escape this

empty dream. 

This desolate land where

nothing exists. 

A black oblivion in which we

are neither

awake nor asleep, 

alive nor dead, 

just alone. 

Hiding from the nightmares that await us 

in the dead echoes of our sanity. 

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Genni A.

Genni A,

Good write, a verse in despair and agony for the soul. I love your below lines. Thanks for sharing. 
 

This desolate land where ( The imaginary is beautiful, especially the usage of the word "desolate " )

nothing exists.  (Really, in this world noting is existing permanently. Good)

A black oblivion in which we ( a black unconsciousness in life, great )

are neither

awake nor asleep, ( Life is a wake-up and an asleep)

alive nor dead, (Half dead half alive)

just alone.  (We all are alone )

Thanks for your posting, Congrats

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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FireChild15

I love your analysis of this piece, thanks so much! 

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Curious Onlooker

Everything that was said here fit together perfectly like a puzzle and it definitely resonated with me, it was a great piece thanks!

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FireChild15

Thank you for your thoughts! It makes me so much more confident about entering this piece. I'm glad it connects with you as much as it connects with me (: thanks again!

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

I agree with Curious onlooker's comment as above. I have posted a poem based on this verse " Empty Dreams and Broken Souls" as a support to Poetess Genni A.  

Love, Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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