A Broken Dream.
I wondered where I had gone wrong as I lay back and tried to find some warmth. The bitter weather on this remote island was eating at my bones. Once I had such power in my hands, how did I lose it. My glorious dream had been destroyed. The weather had broken my plans, aided by one man with his boots who had out foxed me.
My thoughts turned to boat builders, had I not paid them enough? Had my fleet of barges been ready when I had needed them, had we commanded the oceans. Things might have been different. Viva France
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A sad letter from St Helena?
Nice take on the prompt, Michael.
Thank you, Sandra.
The last sentence put it into real context…
Thank you Bjorn.
“how did I lose it.” “Had my fleet of barges been ready when I had needed them, had we commanded the oceans.” aren’t question marks needed?
Close to death, he is just reminiscing, it is to late for him to ask questions.
“Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.”
I like it Michael.
Tracey
Thank you Tracey,
Dear Michael,
How sad to die with so many regrets. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
The what ifs always haunt us. “Like broken men with broken dreams, and all the things that might have been.”
That’s very true. I now think if only I spun this dream a little different.
Thoughtful piece. Enjoyable read.
Thank you Dawn,
That’s a great take on the prompt. If onlys and would-haves never help in the end, do they?
That’s is true. Thank you mike