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