Dream
by Philip Piarrot
I had a dream
I dreamt I would be a success story
Surviving the illness
It feels like I have failed
Now I am sitting here...trying to impart wisdom?
It’s foolishness
It seems I would better serve the world
If I just disappeared
I’m sure there are some
Who believe that
And their increase in number
Is why I am here.
I can’t say they’re wrong
Not anymore
I’m missing something
And it’s becoming flagrant
I am subject to many dirty looks
I am...detestable
And I don’t know why
So I don’t know how to fix it














