Shattered Glass... Poem by Meshack Sewe
Shattered Glass...
Green-eyed darkness swallows my thirsty sight
Walls in vain I beseech… for an escape site
Solemn prayers I murmur… answered by echoes of light
My glass… smiles with hope…dressed in rays so bright
In relief I soar… as a desert kite
Free at last… free at last… from gloom’s fury bite
But now… my glass is shattered…I ‘m a homeless mite!
Untamed lightening winks…its sharp voice astounds
My glass… parries all fears…gobbling deafening sounds
A murderous spider crawls … away from soaked mounds
My glass… oils its path……destination reversed to grounds!
Glutton vampire …on my trails…with pangs of bloodhounds
My glass… blocks all my scents…external stiffing never counts
But now… my glass… is shattered…I ‘m trapped where risk abounds!
A great paradox…my eyes see not my face!
My mirror… how loyal...defines me with grace…
Forward sings my vision…undressing contents of lace!
My glass… back-spies…keen on dangers to trace
A tired foot curses… in pain…too tortured to keep pace
My glass… magnifies my strength…keeping me in the race
But now… my glass… is shattered…I’m drowning in mucky disgrace!
2011©Meshack Sewe(www.awokensoul.blogspot.com)
Hmmm...our lives are full of 'glasses'.....which often get shattered......leaving us in tatters!
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 11:11:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes your right about everyones glass getting shattered at some point. Its up to us to keep going utill we reach our dreams. Good write. May i invite you to read my poem Called, boy to a man.