Shattered Pieces

May 18, 2011

It seems parts of me
have gone missing again.

Every time I turn around
I divide into fragments
and some of them escape.

How is it that these dreams I had
are now only broken pieces shattered
like ancient pottery
in the tracks of dust
I've left behind?

Such beautiful dreams they were
of so much brilliant potential
overflowing
with love
success...

But now, cold shadows
and broken clay
and
even
this poem
sucks!