Remnants of Bliss

Splintered dreams,
Penetrate my skin; Pain,
Subsides into residual memories
As scattered remnants of bliss.

Nothing more can fill my void,
Water no longer liquid, but sand.
Deserted and awoken to loneliness,
I am lost in my own regression.

Broken thoughts and pictures,
Stain like blood in hopeful faces.
As wrought eyes begin to cry,
The tears contain motions of my past.

I stare at the puddle on my dirtied palms,
As I see my ashen past of sorrow.
Clenched; Broken between my fingers,
As my tears cease to fall...

Pain resides in the memories
Penetrating my skin as
Splintered dreams subside into
Scattered remnants of bliss.