Broken Glass Poem by Andy Caldwell

Broken Glass

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broken glass stares at me
showing shattered bits
of my reflection
with all imperfections
standing there
no one stops to talk to me
no one seems to care
as I silently disappear
I am cut and slashed
by the broken glass
my eyes bleed
and no on pays heed.
still I grow and I heal
but no one see my change
they remember my reflections

Sunday, June 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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