Reality grounds you.
Corroding the substance
of your dreams. Leaving
all your whimsical flights
.
of fantasy to die.
Wishes withering in
acidic truth are left
to decompose. They will
.
lie neglected to rot.
Their entities become
skeletal remnants of
a dilapidated soul
.
You will go on living
with your ambitious ghost,
knowing you won’t succeed
to fly with rusted wings.
.
©Jacqui Slade