FREE ESSAY ON DYING DREAM

DYING DREAM

DYING DREAMS
Today is the day that the hope inside me died,
but how I wish that someone could know, 
I realized today and I sat down and cried.
Something I loved is becoming my foe.
I thought that I could do it,
I knew I could if I tried. 
But I realized I cannot do it,
my hope is no longer alive.
I didn't want to let anybody down.
I thought I was succeeding.
But now I know my dream has been drown.
And now my heart is bleeding. 
I can no longer see the finish line,
I can no longer see the sun.
This despair has made me go blind,
and doubting has begun.
I hope I am foreseeing things,
and counting my ducks before they hatch,
saying something before the fat lady sings,
but the truth, it doesn't match.
I know now it won't happen anymore,
I will not reach my goal,
I think I knew that before,
but I blocked the truth from my soul.
Its time to pack my dream away,
cause it will never be.
I know this might come to you in dismay,
but I hope one day you will see.