Broken Dreams

A cycle of poems «Status praesens communis»

In the tapestry of life, where dreams once spun,
Now lies a shattered world, where hope has come undone.
Like fragile glass, once vibrant and aglow,
Broken dreams lie scattered, casting shadows below.

Oh, broken dreams, a symphony of despair,
Haunting melodies that fill the heart with care.
Once vibrant colors now fade into gray,
As aspirations crumble, leaving only dismay.

With every shattered piece, a part of me is lost,
A void within my soul, where joy was once embossed.
The weight of failure crushes, leaving me bereft,
As dreams that soared now lie torn and left.

Oh, broken dreams, a symphony of despair,
Haunting melodies that fill the heart with care.
Once vibrant colors now fade into gray,
As aspirations crumble, leaving only dismay.

Through tear-dimmed eyes, I search for solace in vain,
But the echoes of shattered dreams mock and remain.
The path ahead seems shrouded in doubt and fear,
As the wreckage of my dreams draws ever near.

Yet, amidst the ruins, a flicker of hope still glows,
A faint ember that refuses to let go.
For in the depths of despair, strength can be found,
If I dare to rise and face the challenges astound.

Oh, broken dreams, a symphony of despair,
Haunting melodies that fill the heart with care.
But within the wreckage, a spark can ignite,
Guiding me towards a future that still shines bright.

Though dreams may break, my spirit will not wane,
I'll mend the fragments and rebuild again.
For even in the face of shattered dreams,
Resilience shall be my guiding beam.