Pandora’s Curveball Box

A shattered dream poem

Image by Teresa from Pixabay (Image cropped)

Life and dreams turned awkwardly surreal
evaporating like wispy spider mist in the sun.
A stark, skinny, icy, dark forest in my dream,
laughing, grinning, mocking me — having fun,

it’s a Pandora’s box of Joker cards.

Days dedicated to finding myself,
tears leaking from heaven’s eyes
flash flood memories on a dry shelf.
Confidence and shattered dream cries.

A mirror image staring back hopelessly…

Looking into the abyss’s vastness at midnight,
twisting about, crying, fast forward… rewind.