the future, not blank, not black
but festively wrapped
a dream deferred.
the future a blur
this is how people lose faith.
i was ready for something big,
now it’s blank.
in a dark room
there’s a light under the door
i can’t see where it’s coming from
focus. breathe. discern.
were we called?
where do we go from here?
heartbreak over a fragile pyramid
nostalgia for things i never had
a longing for the green pastures already mine
i have a dream, a nightmare
i wander for 40 years in a desert
the promised land was never promised
Edit: Written Spring of 2016