Disappearing Dream
In my dream I held it, precious and dear.
I wished to bring it to the waking world, here.
I wondered, "can I bring it physically,
or must it only be a memory?"
I've awakened bereft to find it's gone,
leaving me only with a lousy poem.
Only a memory of a key remains,
and I must continue to live in chains.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2024
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