Defenestration of a Broken Dream
The window weeps; its breath is frost,
Each shattered shard a promise lost.
The night, a vulture, still and stark,
Plucks stars from out the swollen dark.
A wish was whispered, frail and thin,
But fate had sharper glass within.
It cut the lips that longed to pray—
A dream devoured in disarray.
It tumbled down, a silent scream,
A wounded bird, a fractured dream.
The air stood still, the hour late—
Too far to fly, too fast to fate.
Some fall like whispers, soft and slow,
Some crash through silence, loud as woe.
And some are tossed by hands unseen—
Like love undone, like ghosts between.
Each shattered shard a promise lost.
The night, a vulture, still and stark,
Plucks stars from out the swollen dark.
A wish was whispered, frail and thin,
But fate had sharper glass within.
It cut the lips that longed to pray—
A dream devoured in disarray.
It tumbled down, a silent scream,
A wounded bird, a fractured dream.
The air stood still, the hour late—
Too far to fly, too fast to fate.
Some fall like whispers, soft and slow,
Some crash through silence, loud as woe.
And some are tossed by hands unseen—
Like love undone, like ghosts between.
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Background: The act of defenestration (being thrown out of a window) becomes a metaphor for dreams that are violently cast away, whether by fate, circumstance, or betrayal. The window serves as a symbolic barrier between hope and reality fragile, transparent, but ultimately cruel. The poem follows the descent of a dream, much like a fallen bird, torn from the sky before it can take flight. It reflects on the ways aspirations are shattered, sometimes subtly, sometimes brutally, yet all leading to the same quiet tragedy. The ambiguous ending suggests that some falls are orchestrated by unseen hands, hinting at themes of fate and loss.
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