Glass Heart

The glass menagerie
tainted by the amber glow
Of lost dreams

Humbled by the winds
of the changes of the times
Now sits in slumber

Upon a shelf of neglect
covered with the webs of pain
It cries in silence

Releasing the thoughts
of a lost love that was forgotten
Never to be found

The shivers causes it to fall
into the harsh reality of cold's embrace
Tiny pieces scatter.

Now broken promises
are evident in the many pieces of glass
That lie upon the soul.