The Imprisonment of Dreams
A poet's dreams are locked
in the deepest
corridor of her brain.
Trapped,
behind sealed doors
the dreams knock,
their knuckles bleed.
In a cell, imprisoned
fed hopelessness
for breakfast and lunch.
no dinners,
the mind is left to starve.
Through the halls,
guards roam
in a state of hypervigilance,
ready to shoot down ambitions
with a lethal dose of reality.
As the poet writes
lines of misery,
her pitiful sulking
seeps from the gaps
of the prison door.
Dreams lie
on the chilly floor,
shivering
in their tattered clothes,
wailing
in synchronisation
to the poet's weeping.
Their howls echo
towards a dead end,
where they linger
in neglect.
This poem is an original writing of Jeremy Mifsud (a.k.a. poetrybyjeremy), as an entry for the wpchallenge: Where Poets Dream and Cry