A Deceased Dream
A Deceased Dream
I wanted to bury a dream of mine
It had lived in my mind for a very long time
The dream seemed real,
At least to me
It held my hopes, the joys that I thought would be
I mourned for it, this dream of mine
I thought of it all of the time
But who would come to the service?
I had to think,
It came to me as quick as a blink
Why his four brothers, I had no doubt
I’d met them all over the years
Mr. Regret, accompanied by Self-Pity, Depression and Anger
The only problem was, once there
They didn’t want to leave
I had another thought that I liked better
I’d breath my dream in a bright yellow balloon
Then knot the bottom
And let it go
Perhaps my dream would come true
For whoever found my yellow balloon
BJ Cuber
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