The last one needs major editing re-writing..the others I will look at later to see what should or could not be done.
My new dawn
has turned into
dust in my mouth.
There is no phoenix
rising from these ashes.
Only a final death
of dreams.
......................
I held the line
And thought
that this was my answer
Only to find
That this was to become
the final resting place
of any sense of self
as someone
to treasure.
.............................
I reached for sunlight
glinting on a golden ring
of supposed truths
I seemed
To be guided
To a place of wondrous
Self creation
It works!
in part...
and then
It floats away
on wings of necessity.
......................................
Broken Toy
once loved
Many times valued
too broken now
To be cherished
In the night
Only fit
to be tucked away
in a forgotten
pocket of living.
......................
What do you do
When faith is not enough
To carry you through
When the inner flame
of spirituality
dims and sputter
in the darkness
of realization
too long delayed
When loving
Proved not enough
And seeking
produces no finds
Where do you go
When prayers remain unanswered
and only nightmares
accompany your nights
creation halted
halfway.
No return and no rewards
only the paths
you scorned
so long
as not good enough
How did you find
yourself here.
Not blind...painfully aware
of all the dreams you lack.
and no way
To find.
