One Thousand Shards Of Glass Poem by Soren Valentine

Where once there was sleep,
there is now nothing but dust.
Where once there was peace,
there is nothing but ash.

I stood astounded
as truth resounded
and I watch a light go dark;
a tree stripped of its bark.

Pebbles flew through time,
as on bullets I rode; a crime?
No, yet conscience is cruel
and I, a mighty fool.

Death has no mastery over things fine,
even sadness dare not cross the line.
Yet like algae it covers the surface,
and underbrush the forest floor.

As you push them through my skin,
the blood wants free, pulsing with sin,
because one thousand shards of glass
created a pain that will last.