Silhouette

I am a silhouette of broken dreams,

A story half-written,

A poem whose rhythm is messed up,

An eclipse in shadow,

The dark night without the moon,

And a silhouette against the purple sky,

Waiting to be more than just matter occupying the space,

But also matter to this space,

Where I don't just exist,

Like an eclipse casting shadows,

More like a free verse poem,

And a story that seems complete,

Without so many broken dreams.