Dead Dreams

Expecting too much
Tiptoeing carefully, uncertainty
Stumbling, unsure of
What to do or say

I too, have secret wishes
I too, sit alone
But for the memories
Where I come to dream

Too many regrets
Wordless whispers left unsaid
Doors and windows
To the soul
I close them all

Alone in my sadness
I stare at the stars
Looking for a place to hide
Under layers of dead dreams