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Adjectives of life,metaphors of sorrow,
Fair living today a dreadful life tomorrow,
Shaterd dreams, broken souls,
My troubled heart seeks answer deep down it's soul.

Please tell me, where do broken dreams go?
Wherever they are I will go,
Are they hidden In my feelings?
Or can they be found in my regretful heart?

Tell me, are they the reason the sky cries?
Or are they hidden in my tears?
Can they be found in my fears?
Are they in my broken heart?
Mourning them on the floor I sat.

I'm lost without hope of been found,
Please where can my broken dreams be found?

Do they go to the grave?
And my shameful mind enslave?
Are they hidden under the earth?
Waiting for us after our last breath.


Do they stand and watch us cry, like the spirit of the dead?
Or do they wander around earth?
Do they go back to the maker?
Waiting to be made with another later.


Fictional poem
By Francis Xavier.
@ October 13.