Broken
I’m like a little broken pot,
picking up the pieces;
a critter caught within a web
and lost within its creases.
So like a silent, crushed dream,
forgotten in the sands of time;
lost within an endless desert
and dreading the climb.
Quiet now, oh shattered heart,
with tears so quite like mine;
Sleep now, oh perished hope,
and know I will be fine.