Vaguest Dreams

It's heartbreaking how dreams die.
Dreams don't simply vanish away overnight.
They tend to shatter and crumble and break and devastate the soul.
They writhe in my dreams at nights, wake me up in tears, break me down piece by piece,
...they whisper tauntingly in my head just as I am taking a quiet stroll in the park,
...they scream at me just as I am trying to settle down to sleep.
And for years after, they remain heavy in my heart, a wound that will never quite heal.