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 Hoffman ® Poetry and quotes from my Heart All Rights Reserved www.poetryandquotesfrommyheart.blogspot.com