Standing Fall

Standing Fall

 

Dream's so close,

as if to tease.

 You've but to pluck it from the branch 

just out of reach .

Everything you wanted,

suspended there...

waiting nonchalantly,

as you shudder with despair.

Stretching, reaching,

falling short...

rending and tearing at your heart.

All you want is

the could have been;

the place you should have been

had fate not dealt it's hand.

But, alas, the past is sealed

with time's molten brand;

and your dream....tis there...

with the Reaper it stands.