unfathomed depths

It took years
to build a home
like that.


Dreams he had,
reality in which
he is.


It took years...


A house
in which he
creates peace,
but the pieces
of happiness
are too small.


It took years...


Dreams he had,
life he lives,
emptiness he feels,
even walls whisper.


Days are long,
and almost the same,
nothing new to
awake the joy,
dreams are buried
a long time ago,
tho man still lives.


Empty and sad,
angry and bitter,
he still lives in the house
in which he used to
plan his future,
dreams that kept him alive,
tho pieces of happiness
are too small,
it took years to built
a home like that.


It took years
for man to
give up on his dreams,
he used to live
along with them.
Pieces of happiness