Dreams That Never Die

A poem about what happens to dreams that never die.

What happens to a dream that never dies
Does it burn under your skin
Like fire burns paper?
Or does it grip your mind and soul
And never let it go?
Does it push you to your breaking point?
Or pull on your heart strings
Like a sad violin?
Maybe it breaks you down slowly
Like a decomposing plant
Or does it take every bit of your strength, until there is nothing left?