We are the dreamless ones
Swept up and carried along in a tide of chaotic compulsion
We see the world through haunted and bitter eyes
Angry at the conspiracy of events that led to this impasse
Of a stunted life
Living tedious days of underpaid drudgery
Wasting evenings watching competitive human tricks
While getting mildly sloshed before a too short sleep
Then doing it all over again
Chained to jobs and places we used to despise
But now tolerate with indifference
Damned to be stuck in our self-selected prisons
Crushed by debt and toxic relationships
We have no dreams left to strive for
We are barren ground for motivational speakers
Who talk about planning your life’s arc and goal setting
Our goal is just to wake up tomorrow and survive till night
Anaesthetized against the emptiness
David Trudel © 2013
Beautiful and riveting… Just goes to show how empty the world is without dreams… Thanks for this great poem.
Thank you Tina! I’m just glad this is more memory and imagination than reality. For me, life is a series of brilliant non sequiturs.