Dreams that could have been

The glowing embers linger on, of dreams that could have been. Images flash through my mind, But they remain unseen. All prayers,all dreams, each inch of hope, Heartless and not shown. Like a figure blurred through cloud and mist, Unrecognisable and unknown. Realisation of what lies ahead, Like an ominous cloud of grey. Stretching out, blocking light, The last hope to remain. Dreams turned into nightmares, Ambition swells my heart. Dreams turned into nightmares, My last grasp in the dark. I can't continue choking, On life that's dull and grey. I can't continue choking, But I see no other way. Fresh dreams serve no purpose, Like green grass turned to straw. These dreams they serve no purpose, And I don't see them anymore. I sleep, I dream, I smile, So genuine;so true. I wake, I weep, I weaken, So painful;so new.