Glass - Poem by elenore elizabeth
my gentle glass world with holes to look through
here my mind use to be open and my thoughts flew
so beautiful the colors that shine
blues, blacks, and purples, so fine.
my gentle glass world, so cool
now it is on fire, and the fire is cruel.
my chest it hurts, pressure is holding it still
this feeling, of you gone is making me ill
fragments of my glass world abandoned in it's final resting place
i am without a home, a memory, a face
my gentle glass world, so delicutly made
so easily broken, so easily slain.
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