The Deferred Dream...
What happens to a dream deferred?
I am wasting here
in no man's land...
I have reached out for you
grabbed at your garment
but collect only dirt...
I have tried to entice you
tempt you out of your trap
but you turn to it for comfort...
I have tried to lift you
spirit you away
but too weak I sag...
your burdens are too heavy for me...
Before you are consumed
by what you lack grab me!
Your madness
may explode!
Must I remain here?
Must I become dust too?
Must I watch as you struggle blindly -
watch you choke on your own bile
of regret?
Must I too die
in a ditch forgotten?
Must we both suffer because you lack divining?
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