Their Dreams Poem by Dylan Rivera

Their dreams landed just under the roof.
Ambitions last seen in lost fathers and soulless mothers.
Men illuminate the block with true inhibitions and become distant lovers.

Time and again, the cycle continues.
And success was last seen on the red eye train for those selected to attend the organized venue.
Older sisters, just twenty years young, but already seen with daughters and sons.

Older brothers put in jail just before high school is done.
No one knows a thing.
False hopes seem to be fostered by what reality is unable to bring.

Sky was the limit for those who saw a hole in the roof.
But when the rain befell, their dreams became difficult to get to that person who was so capable, the one they never knew.

Preaching got old after Jesus became just a man in a tale.
Our choices seem to never have meant so much until the knife of misunderstandings slay us all,

Away.
Have we lost all hope when judgment day has not been heard from, or in the very least seen, been portrayed?

A reoccurring problem that has been accepted as is.
But insecurities walk miles to create some type of bliss.
There must be some sort of rift,

to get these people from feeling aloof.
And finally land their dreams beyond just under the roof.