Thoughts Of A Despaired Dreamer
Poem By Ivy Christou
I’m sitting alone at this wooden bench
Under the old oak,
Counting the lonely stars,
Wondering how many years I have wasted
Trying to keep everyone happy but myself.
I send a prayer to God,
Captured in the heart of a grey butterfly,
Covered with secret tears,
Protected with the innocence of a child
That only wished to be loved.
And I’m waiting as always,
With a patience that starts to look old
And a smile that wants to run away with my dreams.
I no longer wish to dream
All I want is someone to hold my hand
While I pass through this numb reality
That sends dreamers to the dungeons of loneliness…