I dreamed
The death of my dream
And it
Provoked a loud scream
Deep from within me.
All because
Of how far we came as a team.

I dreamed
The death of my dream
Which meant
the outage of a light beam
That once illuminated hope,
Without which I can't cope.

In actuality
The death of my dream
Would Mean
For me a very new ballgame,
Which Signals a new beginning
For all the challenges looming.

Therefore this death of my dream
Is a just a fabricated lie
All because
Our dreams don't really die
Yes, they do at times get old,
But most often they just go cold.

#IvanBrooksPoetry©️