Broken Madness of Mirrored Shards
Memories are like solar flares
unpredictable provocations
springing to existence once more
of times that are long past
in the pond of nevermore
Paths merge and diverge
but some never meet again
they depart but stay in the heart
a box of video tapes and pictures
Some times never to be again
nor transformed or grown
but simply to remain trapped in the past
a heart frozen in time
for the cost of an evil promise
Only in fantasy to play around
different possibilities that can never turn down
the what-ifs and could-of-beens
haunting in the back of the mind
a dark alley way of broken emotions
Screams and tears
rage trapped in a bottle
how did dreams turn to nightmares
in such few years
unable to be held together by stitches
broken madness of mirrored shards
It’s important to be content
with what you have gotten from life
even through disjointing change
that can never revert back again
like a fallen star from a heavenly night sky
Just to accept what is
kept in a box of treasures inside
honored by at least one soul
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