I Drink to the Shattered

Here's to the half-hopes,
who lie shallow in their graves,
comatose, their pulse forgotten.

And here's to unrequited love;
impossible thoughts between heartbeats,
the burning pang that follows.

A nod to the empty dreams,
their ankles hobbled, improperly set.
They walk nowhere.

Silence to commemorate the lost cause;
Stillborn revolutions
That never leave the womb.

To the broken and sleepless,
inane and insane,
the clueless, the lonely,
the outcasts forgotten,
to you I raise my glass.