Modeled after “Harlem” by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream unrealized?

Does it disappear
like the morning mist?
Or wallow in sorrow
like a lover unkissed?
Does it bubble up
like a blister from a burn?
Or fall to ashes
like a loved one in an urn?

Maybe it just weeps
like a lost child.

Or does it run wild?