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