Shattered Dreams

Like the grey December skies,
Like the the emptiness of the deeps
Are the thoughts that lie within.

Like the gusting of the wind,
Like the leaves now blown away,
Like the outcast, head hung low
Are the feelings I once knew.

Like the shards upon the floor,
Like the stones that once stood high,
Like sense of dread beyond the door
Are the dreams that now have died.