Pipe Dream

morning spells ecstasy and
pale moonlight shadows casting
doubts on the bedroom floor
cold and distant from where you've been
you realize that the tears have dried and the
pain has disappeared but
the ghost still remains of the ache you once had
and the life that once was
of the brokenness, hurtfulness, hatefulness
shattered to pieces and
invisibly painting your walls the color of
shame and you can feel your eyes
scream that daylight will never feel the same
no more chances left untaken but the hard truth remains that
your still the same person, unchanged by your dreams,
that you were when you went to your deep submissive sleep
so you can say and repeat
say and repeat
that today’s the day of change but
your mirrors scream liar and your
face says your name that you
thought you forgot but
you always stay the same
and it wasn’t a dream you now see
but a taunting nightmare
of what you want life to be