When dreams are broken
the soul is torn asunder
When dreams are broken
life’s joy is ripped into shards
When dreams are broken
you sit on a shelf of your former self
When dreams are broken
shed a tear
You just exist.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
When dreams are broken
the soul is torn asunder
When dreams are broken
life’s joy is ripped into shards
When dreams are broken
you sit on a shelf of your former self
When dreams are broken
shed a tear
You just exist.
I feel the anguish in these first two poems I have read of yours… life is hard and I am always surprised by the healing nature of poetry, so keep writing out the storm! Love how this line says so much:
‘you sit on a shelf of your former self’