Odd

Collective pieces taunting me.
Dreams and insecurity.
Bending broken hearts at bay.
They never stop, they never rest.
Simply something to shatter.

The wind brings forth an icy chill.
There is no way without the will.
Handed out on a plate of gold.
Never to understand gratitude.
You've punished him.

It's empty now without you here.
I hope the years will hold you dear.
Now you know what love can do.
Nothing is in this world is free.
We all have a price to pay.

Shadows play amongst your space.
Marking tombstones void of grace.
This is where your story ends.
Who knew the world was right?
Mostly, age is misery.