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When A Dream Dies
Oct 14, 2024
I stared into the sky and said goodbye to my sadness caused by the madness of it all.
Because if confusion is an illusion made true by identification, I’ll send my invitation to joy.
Feeling impatient, feeling poisoned by sweet treats I thought would bring relief, but I knew at the store I was in grief.
Grieving…grieving….What am I grieving?
Ah — my unborn dream. Rather the death of a dream miscarried by my own hands. Lack of direction, no affection or connection, that dream never stood a chance.
The pain of a stillborn dream creates a life with no romance. Colors of hope faded to gray — please let me out this depressive trance.
(2022..probably)
