Shattered Dreams

These walls, these restraints, they are my friends,

The lonesome hours, staring into space, are my companion,

And the punctual sunshine, the scented breeze, my lovers.

I wonder what I did wrong, so I could take that back,

For I have no home to call my own, no family to run back to.

The ecstatic chatter of kids playing in a familiar shadow,

Is no more than painful noise, and I envy their smile.

Father, mother, brother, sister – words my senses are oblivious to.

My family is confined to my vague, subtle dreams,

And I so eagerly wait for the night, for my sleep.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t trade for a mother’s warmth,

And for a father’s scolding, for a friendly banter with a sibling.

My Dreams were a mirage, this I came to realize,

As I stood there and stared back at the thousand reflections,

In the broken pieces of my shattered dreams.

Spicy Saturday Pick (24 Jan)