Broken glass Broken dreams





When it happened.

it was like it happened to

someone else.

I didn't hear that.

Yet the horror was inside me.

This is not real,

it can not be.

Why me?

I stood there for days upon years

yet not a minute past.

The motion picture of my past

raced by on my peripheral vision

as I stared into the abyss of

my empty future.

Disbelief, terror, bewilderment,

shame more emotions ripped through

me until there was nothing but tears.

I ran down the street until

I noticed I was standing still.

I knew

I had no where to go but I

couldn't stay where I didn't

exist any more,

in my image,

in my vision, 

in my dreams.

Shattered, drenched with darkness,

full of emptiness, doubts and fears.

I wept gallon measure tears

My hopes,

desires

evaporated on the skillet of reality.

The stupor of disbelief

protected me till I reached

my destination

an empty room

for me to fill with my sadness.

Life had no meaning.

Death had no sting.

But the hand of God protected

me for some yet unknown reason

the silent screams of terror

filled my brain

as we picked up the shreds of glass

from the mirror of my future lost.

The embers of that pain

burn for evermore

in that lonely room in my heart.