Echo of a Dream Forgotten

Some ground does not sprout

Just like the dream forgotten

Waking in the dark

These inputs flood me

But I feel them like raindrops

With the tin roof closed

Would I care to feel

Regret? Really anything

For forming nothing

Hard to say as well

Mercy feels unique in form

Want is not oft have

And while emotion

Still feels as if within reach

Its jars gather dust

Still I flip a coin

Continuation fulfilled

For promise's sake

It shines in the dark

And there are dark days ahead

A deep deep famine

In hope expecting

The balance will be cut short

And you fly to me