Broken Camelot Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Like so much shattered glass
it lies on the floor;
our camelot exists no more.
Gone to the fates
blown to the four winds;
some things cannot be fixed.
I wonder now
if these devastating wounds
will ever mend.
Nothingness permeates the room.
Nothing can be said;
Nothing can be done as
hope crumbles inside hearts
beaten and sorely bruised.
Drenched in old familiar tears,
here among the shards of glass
I stand in a broken place
and wish I had the strength
left in my soul somewhere
to kick your selfish ass.
Yet, even this broken love
still prays
you find your way.