You have yearned for this.

You lowered your expectations.

Let dirt trap itself under your nails,

Watched your skin peel revealing your bones.

You have begged for this.

You lowered your self respect.

Crawled on all fours beneath their hands,

Took the cards that were dealt to you.

Lies seeped down your throat,

And you reveled in the sound it made.

Yet still, this looms before you,

The seemingly unattainable dream.

It looks like a diamond in a crowd of pebbles.

A purple cloud in a field of grey.

A single red rose in a bed of thorns.

A melody within the silence.

So you shield yourself from society,

Become the grey that sought to drown you.

You wore the skin of a forlorn child,

Or an abandoned puppy.

Then, in your misery

You look up—

And there it is,

The purple dream.

Dangling

Above

Your

Head.