FALSE HOPE
Shadows
The fragments of all dreams.
Cut into a thousand pieces
They linger on the lover's sigh
One last wish
One dying hope
Carried by the heart of someone lost in thought
Fighting for truth only to find injustice
Destroyed by petty prejudice
What makes us who we are?
Icy breeze of reality comes howling at our door
With such thin walls to keep it out
Of our enticing fantasies hidden away
But with our fragile self images
Sheltered in glass houses
We are easily broken, made for ruin
Our umbrellas of pride that cover from the rain
Prove to be packed with holes of insecurity
And so we are torn and shattered
Battered into a thousand pieces
Shadows that cover us all
2000,Katrina Rose
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