dreams do not break
dreams do not die
but they do know revenge
growing in spite
when left unattended
wild like the weeds
that crack the cold concrete
deep like the roots
that buckle the street
dreams do not fade
but absorb every hue
making waking
a pale, monochrome doom
blanching blue sky
to pasty beige stucco
burning red just
inside of the eyes
dreams do not kill
but the dreamer can die
crushed by the weight
of the what ifs and whys
buried beneath
common sense points of view
dreams do not break
the dreamers do
ElectroFox
Word. Xxxo 🙂
jeffsdeepthoughts
Total chanelling of Langston Hughes. Well done.
Daniel Zarzana
Whoa. Beautiful poem with a fantastic final two lines.