Shattered

Clear like glass was the dream
Seeing through to the future
There was certain
The dust of pain filters out the sun.
Staining the clearness of the soul
For which once could be seen love

A film of dirt now coats this glass
The dirt of dissention
Anger, bitterness, unforgiving.
Dirties the pane of dreams

Unable to see inside the truth hidden inside the walls
Unable to reveal passion and honor.
Unable to see the true love.
Fragments of love lie shattered
Upon the ground where love once grew

A frame now stands to hold the dream
Through the pane of love once seen
Waiting to once again hold glass clear
Able to see truth, honor and love
That again can again be seen through the pane of my soul

Sorrow holds this glass. Weak from wear
Like putty all cracked and weather worn
No longer has the strength to hang onto the pane.

Shattered to no longer protect
No longer to withstand harms elements
Elements of anger, bitter cold, and resentment.
Elements of fallaciousness

Shattered, love once strong, that held out pain.
Glass fragments of passion lay still
Pieces of dreams shattered by affliction
Shattered by abandoned abreactions.

Shattered from the rocks of fallacy
Thrown by the hands of indifference
Broken by the stones of apathy.

The frame holds strong and true
Anchored to the wall
The wall that comes between
The wall of anger and affection
The frame of felicity
A new pane replaces the shattered one.
A new pane strong and clear.