Howling winds
echo secrets
to the
restless
silence that
never slumbers

Lost hopes
and
stolen dreams
frantic for
release
find
no escape

Broken promises
blanket the
landscape
littered with
shattered trust

At the end of
nothingness
lay a
valley
deep

Barren
wasteland
overflowing
with
nothing

Void of
sound
and of
silence

Crowded with
emptiness
it hasn’t
room to
hold

Sight is
false belief
deception
of truth

Smiles hide
torrents
of tears

Laughter
muffles
anguished cries
while
pretty prances
‘round
so ugly
might go
unnoticed

The looking
glass shows
fragments
of false
reality

Nothing
more than
broken shards
we are
afraid
to touch
for fear
they might
pierce
our
fragile
souls

Crystal R. Cook