Dream Catcher
Swaying gently by wind so frail,
Like the weeping willow in starkness profound.
Keeping hopes lost, the insanity of unreality, at bay,
Drifting without being airborne, never to leave the ground.
With broken wings I leap,
I leap and fall, unmoving winds disperse below.
Floating, I awaken in darkness, jerking, shivering, crying.
Swaying back and forth, so slow,
Feathers ruffled, higher I climb,
But realizing too late, the height to fear,
Straining, striving to go up and up, I gasp. No air,
Sinking down and down, to drop, my tears,
Shattering like broken dreams, departing
Into mist so dark, so lonely; all hopes, all dreams, all dead.
The strings snap, it sways no more,
And I awaken with a cry within my bed,
Only to find all is darkness, silence, nothing,
As pointless as what the reality of unreality can bring.
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