An expression of thoughts and feelings
There is nothing about this
Room that holds
Memories of jubilant times
The walls shout out dysfunction
The floors cry from being stepped on
Furniture cowers in the corners from
Witnessing many nights of broken promises
Shattered reminisces of sordid colored walls
Dreams float through my fingers
I stand and watch as my dreams blow away
Close my eyes, wishing I held on just a little bit tighter
Dreams caught on the breath of wind
I have one more chance to catch my vision
This time I'm not letting go
My dreams return, with both hands
I reach out and retrieve
What is mine
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