Broken Dreams

They haunt your nights, like wispy shadows

they prick ,like vengeful knives

fill you with sorrow and guilt and hate

make you life a miserable place.

You run, you slide,and try to hide

wherever you may go you shall always find

for they are within 

and shall never die.

They will hurt and they will pinch
you will stare in rising shame
and they will stare with a painful sting
from across a mirrors pane.

They were grand and meant to be true
make life happy and oh so blue
now they lie abandoned 

in the dark corner of heart.

Their voice is in you long lost friends
those relatives strange
they take form of polite questions
often a taunting retort.

Broken dreams they'll not let go
will hurt till the end of time
Broken dreams they'll always be there
a remainder of your broken self.