Dreams

Dreams.
Unfounded,
broken,
blessed.
Burnt in barrels,
like the rest.
Dreamt in hurry,
buried deep,
kept withstanding
time's long keep.
Dreams that never
knew the truth.
Dreams unrealized
and uncouth.
Dreams that haunt
and ones that flee.
Dreams that showed me
what to be.
Dreaming something
stuck in time
hoping for
a day and rhyme.
Wishing for the saving grace,
blessing,
and some holy race.
It's all lies,
a nightmare's touch,
all held barely
out of clutch.
Dreams that swirl me
in a daze,
held me high
and held my gaze.
It means nothing
but the fall
where the shadow
marks my gall.
Dreams were something
to avoid.
Dreams.
They're nothing
but this void.