The moderator has fallen asleep
and logic has left the building.
Isolated from my dreams,
hope shattered once more.
As my broken heart screams for acceptance
from these three strangers symbolising a society
that seeks solutions in experience.
Imagination and creativity trail behind
only a few steps from the starting line.
Too tried to try again,
my only fuel now rage.
Tears blinding, I try to step forward
But I stumble and fall
Slumping to the ground with a thud.
Passers by stop to stare
as friends whisper in my ear
the words I’m not ready to hear
“Whit’s fur ye will no go by ye”
Which I know is true
because I’ve saw it too
But for now, all I can see is how hard it’s been
to have yet another crushed dream.
Ponderings from Paisley 