Wishes & Dreams

Wishes and dreams have one thing in common.

Neither come true — make or have one — it’s a bad omen.

And for some, the stars will align.

But I’ve lived through many a dark, bleak, lonely night.

Perhaps it’s just me from who the light runs.

Lacking, I tried to hold it in my grip —

But it drips through my fingers,

Curled up in an empty corner, I watch as it lingers.

Leaving for someone more deserving than me.

I spend another night, the darkness and me.