Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
I walk alone, I walk alone on this boulevard of broken dreams. I see the people I've let down, my coaches, my family, my friends. I see the things I should of done, the people I should of helped. I see my goal of taking state slipping through my hands. Saying goodbye to my grandpa one last time. Telling that girl that I like her. I see my life long goal of doing better in school... getting that 4.0 just once slipping away. Getting my certifications to get a good job right out of high school... wasted my time doing other stuff and not accomplishing that. Pushing my self in sports, I gave up on that and just wasted my time doing stupid stuff. Being good at basketball like my dad wanted me too, I gave up on that and have regretted it ever since. So I still walk alone, walk alone on my Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
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Most of what I've read is very figurative. People talking about their boulevard by describing the building and the weather (which is what the original prompt was). Yours feels very literal. You're talking about real things and real feelings of inadequacy, worry, etc. I like that. My favorite line: like my dad wanted me to. I know this isn't the full line, but I really like what it adds to the piece.
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ReplyDeleteWay to be personal.
ReplyDeleteI thought this was really good, I too liked how you made it more personal and wrote about what was going on in your life.
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