Found Poem

There's only one Sangra
Then they chased us down a number of streets and alleys.
It was the death of the Southside Boys
Inside the place was almost pitch black and reeked of cigarette and marijuana smoke.
I see Chava hobble away, two confused teenagers at his side,and as he vanishes into a flicker of neon, I hear the final tempo of the crazy life leaving my body, the last song before the dying, lapsing forever out of my mind as Chava disappears, enveloped in flames breaking through the asphalt, wrested into the black heart of night.

A Dream Without A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand-How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep- while I weep!O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?
Edagar Allan Poe


His love has left him alone because she has passed away so, he's wonderingif he could've saved her from her death. He's also saying that his love life is like a dream within a dream seeing how his wife is dead.