Death of Dreams - A Poem

I threw away
Yesterday
Things I thought were me.
Letters of appreciation
Pictures showing recognition
Records of successful deeds
Certificates
Thick as weeds
Growing wild in garden now forgotten
No longer tended
Fruits all rotten
To the very core of each.

Still I reach
Grope
Seek
Don't find
Meaning.
Blind
I cannot see
Something left of me
Something-not that trash
Burnt quickly to an ash-
Something
Meant
Only to inspire.

Longing.
An other dream?
Tired
I dare not dream
Dare not sleep.
Death of Dreams
Means
Agony
Screams
Wait impatiently.
Be free.
Dare to dream.

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