Dreams

Free-verse poem

 

Dreams

 

Slippery, greasy, ungraspable

aspirations so near yet,

 

still so far out of reach.

Seeming such simple things

to grab hold of

and maybe I’ve held them

once, or was it twice?

And maybe I’ll live to see the day

When I’ll clench them once again

Before they slither away once more.

Not too far away.

Close enough to taunt me,

Close enough to tempt me,

Close enough to torture me,

 

 

But always out of reach.