The Dream They Held

Title:  The Dream They Held

Genre: Poetry

Status: first draft

Author's Note:  Found an old notebook and this was the last item in it.  I like how it reads and don't wish to tweek it too much (as is my nasty habit to do so) so feedback and constructive criticism is welcome.

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Wish I could hear the dream They held

Before the beasts attacked

with self-righteous swords bathed in blood.

I can only mourn in anger at the injustice served

and feel the empty ache of loss

for the connection severed.

No past is left for me.

No future can grow from ashes.

Where does a refugee flee when all is lost?

Across time and space?

Through mists and shadows?

Ghosts more haunting for their murder

echo my cries

beg for me to remember them

But I can't speak names I don't know.

I can't carry out rites no longer taught.

I can't hear the dream They held.