Cobweb Covered Dreams

A poem about losing hope

the sun's been setting
for what seems like years

but I will wait for sunrise.

through silent silhouettes of trees
like scattered leaves

my heart echoes

so loudly

mountains could fall.

we pantomime our secret needs
but we are blind to one another's speech

you never listen to my hands
reaching out to you

and even my hopes falter

cobweb covered dreams
have lost their color
the grass beneath my feet
now broken glass.