Broken Dreams

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.

 

One thought on “Broken Dreams

  1. 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’

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.