Poem: Dream and Fears

The wind is calling, but I do not hear my name.

A song that is so familiar is being sung, but I do not remember the word.

The life I dream is still but a dream.

Madness and chaos have lived with me through the years.

It is causing a stir that only hope can heal.

The method is granted, but I have no tears.

Can my fears ever become the dreams the ring throughout my ears?

I am starting to lose hope and worry less about my years.

I know the end is close, and my tears are almost gone.

The pain of trying to win is uneven to pain of always losing.

The day is almost done, and yet my dreams are still not won.