My Box of Broken Dreams

«☼» My Box of Broken Dreams «☼»

Alone at night,

Standing in the wind,

The stars upon high,

Are my only light

Gathered my tattered box,

My box of broken dreams,

Inside a hole,

I bury it deep

Haunted by hopes,

Unfulfilled,

Its silence screams,

Of what was lost

With head tilted high,

My heart grows heavy,

Saddened with grief,

I ask myself why

A dream once focused,

Clearly,

Is now buried,

Inside a gilded box,

My box of broken dreams

© Tim Mabry