The field of broken dreams

A million pieces of my reflection gaze back at me,
With unsettling looks,
Hinting at unanswered questions.
The glint of unfulfilled wishes
Is too harsh to ignore,
As I walk through the field of broken dreams.
The pieces are spread far and wide,
Sometimes I pick up a piece or two.
They are reminiscent of times and people
That were and are perhaps still dear to me.
I drop these fragments of my memories
Can't take these shards of glass back with me.
The energy to rekindle those desires, those times
Has long evaporated.
The urge to put the fragments back together
I bury deep in the crevices of my mind,
As I walk through the field of broken dreams.