I came across a corpse.
That of a dream's, alone and pathetic
Defeated, but amazingly, not broken
Haggard and worn-out
From days of sleepless nights
Bruised, tortured and scarred-
Results of being compromised upon
But in death it found its nirvana
Or it seemed so, from its open eyes
It still glittered with hope,
Of being dreamt upon again......
