Third Edit: Lost Dreams

[Richard]

Third Edit:

“Lost Dreams”

Do you remember those dreams
we used to have,
filled with clichés
like two kids, a house, a dog,
a livable wage?

We had such lofty hope
about our future,
too young to know
we needed to be cautious
because feathers fall out.

The only way our hope survived
was to burrow into rotten meat,
to be hatched anew
with featherless wings.

Perhaps one day,
it'll come back to us,
silent and dangerous,
like a plague.

Second Edit:

Lost Dream

Where has our hope gone?

Did it try to migrate
for winter
on a broken wing?

Or did it burrow
into rotten meat
so it could fly again?

Perhaps it’ll come back to us,
silent and dangerous,
like a plague.


First Edit:
Lost Dream

where has our hope gone?

did it try to migrate
for winter
on a broken wing?

or did it burrow
into rotten meat
so it could fly again?

perhaps it’ll come back to us
silent and unnoticed
as bacteria


Original Version:
Lost Dream

what has happened to our hope?

did it try to migrate south
for winter
on a broken wing?

or did it burrow
deep into rotten meat
only to hatch anew?

perhaps it’s not even lost
staying silent
and unnoticed as a shadow