Fragments of Sorrow

In the garden of broken dreams,

Where petals weep and shadows dance,

I roam in the maze of my thoughts.

In the midst of a forgotten time’s reverberations.

The moon is low, a silver phantom.

Shadows that twist and writhe.

For memories unravel like silk threads,

Tying me to the burden of sorrow’s embrace.

I pick stars from the velvet sky,

However, they crumble to dust in my hands.

Disappearing into the dark of night,

Leaving me desolate, alone in the dark.

Faces blur, voices fade,

In this world of broken glass,

In the silence where whispers reverberate.

And echoes murmur a love gone.

I outline the borders of a phantom’s touch.

Yet discover only the cold of empty air,

A ghostly hug that chills me to the bone.

A reminder of everything that’s been taken away.

In this twilight world of shattered reality,

I am a mere shadow, an apparition of myself.

Wandering through the remains of what was.

A mournful, dismal reverberation of a life abandoned.