Walk Away Poem by Broken Winter

In the night I hear your whisper
deafening the painful silence.
Once more you speak of lost dreams,
like stolen sweets laid upon your heart.

Can you see the wind,
waltzing with the stars upon a black sheet.
Taking with them your hope.

The fires have been doused now
Cruely, by the mistake of fate.

Turn around and walk away
for your dispair is too great
you are walking upon broken glass,
cutting your heart.

Remember the joy of a crisp spring day,
as you walk away.