unfulfilled dreams turn to regrets,
caged in jars-
never to be released.
suffocating,
lifeless,
dead.
it ended too fast,
like a nicotine high.
high and low,
like a roller coaster ride.
curse these inadequacies that **** my soul.
long-lost aspirations
turn to ash in the cold.
potential swings from limb to limb,
drilling holes inside my head.
i expected more from this anti-climatic story;
disappointment reins its' tiny evil head.