Prompt: Using "To a Mouse" by Robert Burns as inspiration, write a short poem expressing what happens when you have a dream and it doesn't come true.

Darkness souround what is now

and reality seems to set in.

Am I alive, or just breathing?

Soon it will all be over

when I finally face reality and realize that dreams don't come true for a person like me who is all alone in a society like this.

Nothing is real

everything is fake and untrue for what has been

is now gone.

And my reality is now untrue.

This week I've comented on:

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