Life's Reality

She sits alone in an empty room,
with only candles to dispel the gloom.
But thier light does not reach her heart,
for it is shattered and torn apart.
Nothing can repair it's broken pieces,
except perhaps deaths sweet releases.

The soul within is dead as well,
she is nothing but an empty shell.
Unworthy of love and happiness,
or soft kisses of tenderness.
She does not deserve a loving hand,
or someone to understand.

Not worthy of a gentle touch,
no matter that she wants it so much.
But, sometimes when she sleeps at night,
she dreams of a soothing, peacful light.
That fills her broken heart with serenity,
and lets her wounded soul fly free.

In her dreams there is Someone there,
to hold her and to care.
She is not alone in her fantacy,
only in life's reality