Broken Glass
Broken glass, a scattered mess,
Sharp reflections, nothing less.
Once was whole, now torn apart,
Like the pieces of my heart.
Step too close, the edges bite,
Memories cutting through the night.
Try to fix it, try to mend,
But some things never heal again.
Shattered whispers, lost in air,
Echoes filled with past despair.
Fingers tremble, reaching through,
But jagged edges pierce them too.
Light still dances on the cracks,
Yet time won’t bring the pieces back.
What once was clear is now unknown,
A fractured past I walk alone.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
I love this
This was so poignant. Loved your poem!
Ouch, but in life one must feel pain to fully understand the meaning of some situations. Good job.