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The Dreamer
by Kate RatliffThe worst day of my life
appeared before my eyes,
as swiftly as the wind,
as silent as my cries.
The day they found my secret
was the day they strapped me down.
They wanted color - beauty -
but my world was black and brown.
Before, the world was vibrant
and I lived my life in bliss.
My secret once was special;
My secret here is this:
Everything I dream
becomes reality.
They make me sleep for their rewards
and all the waste is me. 12/22/2010 Posted on 12/22/2010
Copyright © 2026 Kate Ratliff
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 12/22/10 at 05:49 PM A beautiful, poignant poem. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 12/22/10 at 07:11 PM Very sweet first poem, Kate. Welcome to Pathetic! |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/23/10 at 03:52 PM ... well done, welcome to Pathetic! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/24/10 at 03:31 PM Welcome aboard, Kate. this poem is Write on. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/30/11 at 01:07 AM Great Sci-fi theme - that last stanza sends a definite chill. Congrats on POTD! |
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