It was in my reverie
behind stained glass
that someone cast a rock at me
...
I have lost a piece of my puzzle
a profound emptiness
the picture so incomplete
...
Peering into
the carnival mirror
seeing a warped image
feeling inferior
...
I'm walking along
and can't look where I'm stepping.
I keep on tripping
and falling flat on my back.
...
Cracked Glass
It was in my reverie
behind stained glass
that someone cast a rock at me
A crack formed
then two
Glass fracturing
and my dream
shattering
The stain of the shards
conflating
enveloping me in the dark
and into disarray