Four Shattered Stars
The sky is vast and dark and great
The winds are fast and cold
And while these shining rays abate
All we ever do is wait
We wait for missing pieces of a dream
We wait for things we've never seen
We're waiting for the world to breathe
This space right here
Too small to see
This little part inside of me
Contains those things that never rest
Locked inside this awful chest
My heart.
My soul.
My mind.
This empty sham of body
These four fallen, shattered stars
From my sky so dark
My winds so cold
I count those broken pieces everyday
As if they're cherished gold
And no one will ever understand
The four shattered stars
I hold within my hand
They only belong to me
Because I know they'll never see
They will never comprehend
That these four shattered stars
Are everything I am
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This is a series of poems I started in July 2010. I usually only write poetry when I'm trying to work through some sort of extreme emotion. Hopefully you'll enjoy them. POEM TAGS
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Four Shattered Stars, which
was posted on Jul 22, 2010 by
LoneWriter.
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""There's something terrifying about the aftermath of a shattered soul.""
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