Idealism VS Realism

Invited to walk through the open door
a look devoid of mercy
or consideration
shards of dreams carpeted the floor
reality, arch-rival of idealism
no chance of a reconciliation

dreams broken, did not die
lingered instead in recurrent nightmares
nightmares that can not be driven away
no, not even by the tired light of day
and so whispers of realism had not lied
idealism, stripped bare
judged,stared
at from the corner of empty eyes

hope had never been so empty
nor time such a vivid blur
or hindsight so far away from being 20/20
never had the clock ticked slower

each second, future becomes present
in the same second
the present loses out to the past
the heart sinks lower from where it was buried first
each tick deeper down than it had been in the last

exhausted and with emptiness overwhelmed
never to be the same
idealism dragged into reality's realm
do the dead ever rise again?

-till the dead are made to rise again-