Shattered Dreams

this is a poem my Grandmother started but could never finish. She had the first two lines and wanted me to write the rest so here it is.

Shattered dreams
fall to my feet.
Making life seem
bitter-sweet.

Pieces are
just left behind.
Swept to where
no one can find.

And life seems
less important now.
Reach for the stars,
I don't know how.

Like glass the pieces
of my dreams.
Ripping apart my
loosened seams.

And pieces are
rubbed in my skin.
Mocking me so,
such a sweet sin.

Shattered dreams
fall to my feet.
Making life seem
bitter-sweet

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

you both did a beautiful work :)