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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know the feeling Stu... great job...