Shattered dreams laced with spite,
Become misplaced,
In the darkness of the night,
Cut deep with their barbed cruelty,
Leaving us unable to see,
The simple realities,
Of our lost personalities.
Just look at the cracks,
See people slip,
Forgotten forever,
Life in a crypt.
But no one will listen,
The curse of a prophet,
But I’m not that high,
Nothing near a clairvoyant.
I just see these shattered dreams,
Mixed with glass,
And wonder if,
That’s why there are so many cracks.
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