Aftermath

The way that things
get broken,
Sometimes I don’t know how
to fix it.
A million slivers of hope
shatter to the floor.
The person in the mirror,
Unrecognizable.
Dreams of yesterday look upon
a field of tomorrows;
Never to be planted,
Only to create a void
in the aftermath.

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