A new life, clichés included

 The day is breaking
and I can’t afford another one;
a dream blinked away
is the sharp snap of a projector screen
closing, leaving me a blank wall
and a phantom forecast.
Nothing happens
but the sand is sliding
and my heart is sinking
and it seems
I was just a mirage.

I was nothing.

The well is everything!

(I’m having trouble writing my usual melodramatic poetry without laughing at myself. Hence a foregone conclusion and a little Lawrence. Cheers!)