Dead Dream Poem by Tasha Miller

My dreams are like an echo,
flowing through the air.
I can't catch them as they go,
but I know they are there.

Everytime I scream,
another comes along.
It is like the bad chorus
of a never-ending song.

I know how it ends now,
make the dream go away.
I've been having it forever,
every single day.

My dream was shattered
the day I made the call.
You took away everything,
my dream, my hope, my all.

I wish I'd never found you,
then my dream would live.
Now all I do is try to find
a way to forgive.