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.

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