Mother

by alone in the crowd   Sep 23, 2006


Shattered dreams spewed across the floor like shards of glass, you stand in the center, pounding and grinding the sharp pieces into smaller specks. i muddle through the mess, trying to connect the lost hopes, wishes, dreams. i try to make them whole. you fight against me and then blame me for the mess. you scream, i cry, we wait...to begin again.

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