Is my greatest nemesis
He or she or they
Or someone
Known all too well
As only me

Me not taking
Dreams to true
As easily could
If not for me
Holding them trapped

Dreams carried
As creatures
In a little sack
Glowing bright
With drawstrings
Pulled tight

Dreams given
only to me
By the one above
Hung round the neck
Carried year after year

Heavy as millstones
Pulling one down
To the depths in despair
If only thrown far and free
Would take flight to reality

Dreams brought to being
Formed to true
In the time left
Minute by minute
From raindrops of do

Tear open the sack
Throw the dreams far
Taking me with them
To those places of happy
Waiting patiently for me

©  2016 Jim Davis