Cemetery of Dreams

at the cemetery of dreams

buried but not achieved

their dead soul rises at night

to haunt my existence

and remind those good memories

something i added on the fabric

something i penned on the paper

remain unforgettable

and I find myself reeling and mourning

days turned to nights

and nights turned to days

with no sign of goodbye

Written on- October 8, 2024

This poem is about the loss of my dream. It continues to haunt my midnights. 

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