Dissolution
Too many dreams dissolved,
To float away, like dust on a sunbeam,
There, then not,
Formless as forgotten thoughts.
Thoughts, compacted, rarified,
and compacted again,
Forced into a brain, trying to
Understand, where the cries
Are coming from, where the cries
Are going, why the cries
Are there at all.
It’s the sadness of a soul,
Screaming silently,
Hiding in an alcoholic haze,
Hoping the darkness will bring
Dreams, knowing they’ll just
Dissolve.