The Truth About Dreams Deferred

Dreams die
They boil and fall apart
Like overcooked meat
They crawl in the dark
Ball up on the floor
And cry for hours
Until there’s not enough in them to go on
They linger in your brain
To constantly remind you of the pain
Of being defeated
A dream deferred
Gets picked up by the coroner
Has a funeral
And haunts you forever
Keeps you up at night
Wondering:
What if?