Illusions and Shattered Dreams

By: Misty and Dwayne Lackey Here is a poem My husband and I wrote together. Painted on the walls of righteousness is a heart that is black and cold. Gold closed your sad eyes. Find the lies inside a mold. Crush your mind and create. A flower of yesterday's dream. A seed without peace is a voice so dark inside a scream. Petals dull and pale. Born a lost tear. Cries of a tortured soul entangled in an orchard of fear. Shells dangling from moonlight night. Stars fall silent and dear. Paper cups for the sun's pillow, drink of a thousand thirsty men. Glass captured the reaper. Crackle the soul of death. Piece together your misery. Your pure heart lies softly within, nestled. Whirling through the wind invisible strings pulling life.