Broken Love and Klonopin Dreams

In the depths of shattered love's cruel demise,
A tender heart mourns with tear-stained eyes.
Once bound by a bond strong and true,
Now broken, fragmented, like shards askew.

Dreams once vivid, now blurred by the haze,
Klonopin's whisper, a numbing daze.
Promises once made, now lost in the mist,
A love that was cherished, now clenched in a fist.

In the echoes of silence, a mournful cry,
As memories linger, refusing to die.
The passion once roaring, now reduced to embers,
As healing becomes elusive, forever a dismember.

Oh, the pain of love's fracture, deeply profound,
Like jagged edges, etched upon sacred ground.
Klonopin's embrace, a temporary escape,
But only masks the pain, endlessly drapes.

The dreams once vibrant now fade into gray,
A casualty of heartbreak, lost in the sway.
No solace in slumber, no rest for the soul,
Just remnants of love, incomplete, never whole.

But let not despair consume what's left inside,
For healing's an ally, a steadfast guide.
Though love may be broken, dreams disarrayed,
The heart can mend, in time, be gently swayed.

And as the blurring haze slowly subdues,
Renewal's embrace brings forth hues.
Love find its way, in a heart's rebirth,
As dreams regain clarity, once again unearth.

So let broken love serve as a lesson learned,
As we journey through life, with each page turned.
And may klonopin's fog dissipate, release,
So love finds its rhythm, and dreams find their peace.