The Swift

A poem about coping with despair.
Give Me a Dream

Could you give me a dream?
I lost mine you see.
Give me dream
And I’ll be free.

I am swift in madness,
Swift in sorrow,
Swift in the sadness,
That sees no morrow.

I live now from day to day
And each day I wake I am surprised.
I did not expect to survive
Without purpose
For so long.

I do not pity myself
For I have no self to pity
And if I did I would not pity him
For he would be alive.

I have hope.
I hope that one day I will have hope.

I am not mad.
I am just sad.

But I am swift in my sorrow.

Swift.

I am swift because I fly.

I fly above it all.

By Kurt Rose
Published: 5/8/2003 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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