How Dreams Die
A primal scream-- my voice meets the wind and the remains of a dream are scattered like ashes Some Nights Some nights my thoughts shimmer like sunlight on water, and some nights my thoughts are so numerous they could fill the voids between the stars. Still some nights they dwindle to one thought that beats like a drum in my skull. And on some rare nights they elude me altogether, like the moon escapes the sun at dawn. Some nights the answers are so clear I pluck them from the ether and put them in my pocket, but upon waking I find I've forgotten the questions. Bio: Ryan has been writing poetry since about 2019. Some of Ryan's favorite poets are Mary Oliver, Charles Wright, and Charles Bukowski. He currently work as a registered nurse and as a programmer at a small video game company a friend and his founded this year. Writing has always been a passion of his, and he has found poetry is the ideal way for me to express myself. Ryan has had some work published in Eve Poetry Magazine, but primarily post his work to Twitter (@ryanwritespoems). Ryan is currently working on my first chapbook. Ryan lives in Oregon and is a Pacific Northwest native.
The night and its endless contemplation. Yes, the questions do get lost in the scattered answers. Well written! 🙂