A Broken Glass
A fragment of its former greatness.
An incomplete piece of a masterpiece
That can never see the light of day again.
A shadow of its former glory.
A hollow version of what it used to be.
A dangerous fellow, shattered but
Never to be underestimated.
A piece without purpose,
Without goal, without drive.
A piece that carries the burden
Of unfulfilled dreams, hopes, and ideas.
A piece that tells the story
Of forgotten glory.
In the end,
It’s just another incomplete dream
In a world filled with more broken dreams
Than complete ones.
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Lovely poetry ♦️🙏♦️