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GLASS DREAMS

I look upon my dreams,
And I cannot reach them.
My head, a glass veil,
Wrapping around them
So that try as I might,
I cannot get within.
But they are a vile filth,
Taunting my head,
Like alcohol,
They make me drunk beyond reason.
I cannot see that it is their doing,
Teasing me to no end,
Subtle little hints here and there,
Leaving me wanting more…
More than I can have,
And more than I can bare.
And yet I ask for a refill,
so the bottle of my soul might be filled,
My quench for vain desires extinguished.
And yet I wake up in the morning,
The word “hangover” sketched upon the glass,
And my dreams are now wasted,
A puddle of nothingness,
Sitting there…
Unmoving,
Untouchable,
And mocking.
This is how my life unfolds,
A tattered cloth that can’t be mended.
Never shall I be sober again.