Broken dreams
Abandoned hopes
Lay strewn about
Fledgling passion
Half baked idealism
lie buried
in the recesses
of a memory lane
we no longer walk down
Languishing
under the dredges
of reality
Tempered with
the bittersweet
burden of existence
they lay there
waiting in earnest
to be resurrected
Longing for
the walls
of resistance
to weather down
They wait
for waves
of hope
to bring
them back to life