Here's another rough draft. I'm trying to get a poetry book together and

[See how they run]

want some opinions on what to take. Catch Your Dreams
Sitting in a lonely house, I feel the longing of my heart.
This was my choice and this was my part.
When age had crept upon me from no where,
a place I could not see was there and crippled
my soul with untold scars, a life lived behind the
secret bars of pastel dreams
that floated in rainbow streams.
Just out of reach, just out of touch,
even though I wanted them so much.
My hand was small, my arm to short and
they dangled there just for sport
till I turned and just quit trying, on the dusty
floor I just sat crying, hopelessly as they slipped away,
one by one with each passing day.
Now, I have no more to seek.
Now I refuse to even speak of what I was.
Take heed to my story, listen because your dreams
are near you when you are young. Reach out and grab
them all till you've won the happiness your heart shall desire,
enjoy life like you'll never tire for when you stop trying,
when you fail to catch the first few that will be the undoing of you.
I had to write it like this to get it all on the page so if the meter seems off I didn't mean it to be. It's still a rough draft.
I had to write it like this to get it all on the page so if the meter seems off I didn't mean it to be. It's still a rough draft.
I think it may be confusing now after I've read it over. I'll work on that some more.