Broken dreams...

“The nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least I can dream…” - Marilyn Monroe

('Lake of Longing' by folkvangar)

Dawn breaks ... Another day awaits me,
In this lonely life I call my own,
A cruel delay frustrates me
As I struggle to face this world alone

Let words once said & tears long shed
Abide within my heart,
I have known the pain of love in vain
Of pledges long forgotten.

So fragile is the line of sharing, of caring
That I’ve build with honesty & trust
Why Oh why ...
Do dreams turn to dust?

Thoughts by Katie