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
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