old dreams...
old dreams
scattered
as a open sack
of coins
in a robbery
gone bad
picking up
the silver
nickel
as broken glass
after
a bar fight
wet and sticky
new hopes
arise
as the best of
what may
or could be
or not
just hope
in reflection
exploring
the desires
that fueled
old dreams
Old dreams can be the fuel for new beginnings. I remembered my own old dreams as I read this poem. Thank you for the poem and taking me on a ride through memory lane :)
Love the visuals!