Bright Colors That Fade

To dream of the same
night upon night
an unfulfilled promise
a loose end
fit to be tied
like a noose around the neck
but the spell...it wears off
and the dreams subside...
cured with precious time
a calmness at last
becomes emptiness at best
then nostalgia for nightmares
of something new
longing for their return
with a vengeance they do
but for a moment...alas!
happiness.
and the cold heart it takes
the gold heart...
it breaks!
see the bright colors that fade
and the ones who stay
in the cycle that spins,
relentless

by Brandon Adamson

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