Broken Glass Poem by Ashlee Frisch
Broken Glass
It shatters in the night.
shards lie on the floor
like a broken heart.
Some are blown by the wind.
twinkling in the daylight.
desperate to be free.
Others are swept under the rug.
torturing you.
waiting for you
waiting to cut a foot.
Desperate to leave a mark
a mark that you'll remember.
Sometimes I feel like glass.
Fragile and delicate.
Waiting to be broken.
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4/21/2024 8:15:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I know the feeling Stu... great job...