Whatever happened to
my dreams of
writing best sellers
or of penning verses?

Dejected
with the raw deal
dealt me,
I bartered away
creativity
and finally sold out
in the pursuit
of someone else’s
pipe dreams,
hammered into my
psyche
till there was no
desire,
spark or flame left
to weave and knit
the fabric of my
visions
into the reality
of my dreams.

Wretched fool I,
for giving birth to
still-born ideas
and not having
the temerity
to carry it to term!