Once Upon the Death of a Dream

Once upon a time

there was a young dreamer

who worked the long days

in crippling fever

 

and when night fell 

her weepy eyes close

exhaustion fade black

aspiration to grow

 

she held a dream

plated in silver

so again she awakes

to a job that will kill her

 

another day closer

to a dream never found

until she finally lay

her dream in the ground

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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