lost dreams

I search for lost dreams

beneath my bed, perhaps the closet

but they scurry away like vermin

rotten trails in their wake

wishes have long slithered away

leaving the trees of hope fruitless

forgotten are the soft blades of will

Author's Note

Pardon the nonsense. .

Reviews

[Relic]

You are clearly a metaphorically competent writer. I hope you get more comments.

Well done.

[DecentlyOkayWriter]

Thank you for your kind review. .