By Alex S.
Grade 11, United Kingdom
The death of dreams dictates the outward look
of life gazed in the crystal ball,
where the dreams of life are so slightly stuck,
between the folly of rise and fall.
sometimes joined by such force of tenuity
the vision becomes brittle and blind,
gazing beneath the ruptured beauty
life and living become combined.
above the heightened sense of affliction
love and life are in perspective lost,
somehow waylaid by irksome addiction
to act and cease to debate the cost.
used to define but never to master
dreams are braille to the naked eye,
applied as paste in my life to plaster
inane notion with prudent supply.