Broken Dreams

Dreams that glistened with hope were smashed to shards that surrounded my worn, bare feet. I heard my bones creak with age as I bent down to the dry, brittle ground that was littered in broken ambition. My calloused fingers grasped a slither of dream, sharpened with the harsh edge of reality. The once ever-looming possibilities swarmed by mind as a I screamed. A terrible scream laced with regret and hopelessness. Failure beckoned and I accepted. The dream fell to the earth and was absorbed by the thirsty ground. I was absorbed. My passion. My eagerness. My everything. Lost. Swallowed by the well of despair that is fate. My fate. Gone.