A Dream Destroyed

Do you hear that?
The whimpering breath of a dying dream
It's more of a wheeze than a scream
It's cracked open despair
Pomegranate red drops of fresh squeezed blood
Mixed with scalding hot tears
The culmination of broken loss
Life's timing forever tilted off
My designs drawn in the sand
Washed away with the rising tide
Riding the knuckles of fate's fickle hand
Plunged under the surface with aspirating aspirations
The choked out gasps of fallen expectations
Hope soaked and molding
Resolve cracked and folding
Slipping through my fingers like the finest grains of sand
The shape and weight of those dreams like faded memories in starving hands

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