Hollow shadow

A shadow of a man,
a hollow unfilled shell.
They both lack depth,
they both fail to be.
There's nothing beyond the surface,
no hopes or fears or dreams.
They are what they are
and that's all they can see.

Blossoming disappointment

is like a flower,
it blossoms in its beauty
and dies at the first sight of frost.
A building hope
that falls back down,
like a dream
waking up to reality.