The Day My Dreams Gave Up

I didn't scream. I didn't cry.

No final whisper, no goodbye.

My dreams just... slowed,

then slipped away

too tired to beg,

too numb to stay.

I didn't fall from skies above,

I just let go of what I love.

Not because it hurt too deep,

but because

it never let me sleep.

Dreaming started feeling wrong

like singing lies inside a song.

Another hope, another weight,

Another chance to suffocate.

I'm not broken.

Not in pain.

But dreams now drip

like acid rain.

They sting, they burn, they crush the air

and I've run out of strength to care.

I live like shadows haunt the floor,

A ghost behind a bolted door.

Not reaching out. Not reaching in.

Just standing still,

beneath my skin.

I gave up not because I'm weak,

But because peace is all I seek.

And chasing stars that always fall

isn't worth the climb at all.

So if you ask me where they went

My dreams, my fire, my firm intent

I'll just smile with empty grace,

and let the silence take their place.