I'm Clinging to a Dream
That's.... fostered, by alcohol.
That eludes me, ....... when I sleep.
And merely, saddens.... my, wakened hours.
I'm surrounded by, a reality.
To which,
I don't belong......
I am,
unseen ..... by the crowds.
My voice.......
Unheard,
by the passing throng.
I'm fighting.....
Against the flow.
Forever, just trying.
To,
hold on
With tired hands......
Giajl © Jim Love