I Lived A Dream

Four months
I lived a dream
A fantasy
Torn to the ground
As quick as it lasted
Mist
Not forgotten
Blurred
Why today?
Every memory
Positive still cracks wide
Whilst the opposite
Devestation
Salt like the seas
They flew
Even now
Pricks like tiny needles
Not that sort of pain
Inside
Like feelings
Only rot
Don't die

(C)Jamie L Snelling