Broken

Sometimes I feel I'm breaking,

Like a thin sheet of stepped-on ice.

I see the rifts left behind,

Growing larger,

Deeper

As the pieces of my life shatter.

I try to stay the flow of bitter water

Coursing down my cheeks;

But my heart

Drowns.

I fall down, and no one sees me;

I cry out, but no one hears me.

I'm a faceless ghost without a name.

I'm torn apart,

Broken;

And no one wields the crazy glue.

I'm a jigsaw puzzle of fractured dreams,

Left with my once upon a times

And could've beens.

Anonymous,

I lie like a hollow dandelion

Amongst a bed of chrysanthemums

And a pillow of alstroemeria.