Forgotten dreams
By AJ O’Brien.
Within her green eyes
stray images of a home,
forgotten dreams a whisper
as a song of death
cuts her to the bone.
Just a stone shadow
I didn’t want her to die,
but I can’t save a wish
she became an empty place,
there’s nothing left. I really did try.
Whispered dreams have died
beneath the souls of many dead,
a clock lays ticking
and time did end
because of something I never said.
Incarcerated shadows 
An arrow of a piece.
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Thank you very much.
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Potent words, Alan. Regret can eat at you worse than worms.
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How right you are, Mr. Donovan.
Many Thanks.😀
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This one is sad. Well written, but sad.
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Thank you for all your wonderful comments.
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I’ve read all of your wonderful poems! I’m waiting for you to post some more!
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Thank you so much, Dawn.
I know I am so what erratic when it comes to
posting on my site. But there is a new poem on it’s
way shortly.😃
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Yay!
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😃
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Very moving.
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Many Thanks, Anna.
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It’s sad, but I truly love this poem – and the title. When my daughter was little I had to find gluten free treats for her because she is celiac. That was almost 30 years ago before the gluten free phase. One cookie we made were called ‘forgotten dreams’. It was basically meringue that you put in a warmed oven and let it sit overnight. I know your poem has a totally different focus but you did make me smile with the memory of sharing forgotten dreams with my little girl.
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Thank you so much for your wonderful comments, LuAnn.
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Excellent lines! So touching 👍😊💓Well shared 😊
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Thank you.😃
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Very polished writing.
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Thank you very much, Lawrence.
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Did the comment I made go to your spam folder, Alan? I see it is still in moderation.
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OMG! Yes it did, Kathy.
My apologies. That has never happened before
with comments on WordPress.
I shall rectify immediately.
Thanks for letting me know.
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Regrets along the way of things that could have been and never said. Sometimes I talk to the air but my wishfulness puts them there. This poem speaks to me Alan.
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Thank you very much, Michele.
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Wow! I think this one will speak to the regrets that all of us have, even if the result wasn’t quite as dire. Your poems always pack a punch, but the pathos this time is incredibly strong!
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You’re very kind, Ann.
Thank you.
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Wonderful poem, Alan. I feel the sadness in each and every word…heartbreaking. 💙
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Thank you very much, Kathy.
I always appreciate your wonderful comments.💖
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And I always enjoy reading your poetry, my friend. 💕
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great work, blessings my friend
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Thank you so much.
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Wowwwww! This is exquisite, HL
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Thank you, my friend.
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😊
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💝
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