Wretched dreams

Wretched dreams and wishes denied,
Countless nights, alone I cried
Much as I wished, I couldn’t fight,
The aperture of hope, as it grew so tight

Wretched dreams, on optimism’s spire,
Come and light my funeral pyre
O’er truth’s grave, the dreams are bland,
The mourner’s favorite one night stand

Wretched dreams, incessantly stare,
Till they damage you beyond repair
The orphaned ones, await embrace,
Quit dreaming now, avoid disgrace.

Wretched dreams, don’t seem to die,
Reality’s undertow, they always belie
All I see now, are wicked illusions,
Visions of gaiety and infinite confusions.



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