A broken poet

Monday, August 07, 2006

Piece of glass

Stop yelling at me, you said you never will
Perishing through grey of form
Discontented with why I can never sit still
Watching, before me, transform
Friends recently made
With a piece of glass in your hand

Help navigate through this sea
Taken something, for nothing
Gave a friend
To unlock it, I need the key
Acceptence of mortality
When you took the piece of glass from me

Guard the shards
Scattered on the ground
Reflections, refractions making way
Hoping you will never leave
For a find, you were sent
Torn and cut friend

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