It must have been a dream I thought I had,
My eyes awakened filled with tears of joy.
Still breathing fast my troubled soul made glad,
Anticipating scenes I might enjoy.
The universe was like a shiny toy,
That I, in festive garments, gaily clad
Would play with, being such a happy boy
With nothing left desired for me to add.
Yet day by day a realization sad,
My castles in the sky would all destroy.
It seem that I was not the lucky lad,
Despite delusions senses might employ.
If such a dearth of details is my ploy,
I trust the lack thereof shall not annoy.
My first poem of 2013, a sonnet, has been described by one of my friends as “sad and beautiful.” If it betrays a temporary desperation on my part, it also reveals my resolve to hurl my despair into the teeth of the mistakes and circumstances that have brought me to this point, and to strive to obtain what victories may yet remain for me to celebrate.