Dream Chaser
Dreams
I chase,
frustration!
Obscurities.
Disappointment looms,
your presence has no room,
it’s cluttered, hoarded regrets.
Reverie, like you, escapes grasp,
like trying to hold sand in my hands.
My dreams slipping through can never come true.
Susan Ashley
July 18, 2017
(June 26, 2017)
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2017
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