Broken Glass
Shattered dreams like shards of glass
thrown wildly on the ground,
part of a soul reflected in each one;
"Dare to dream" they shout,
empty words...missing persons.
Blood flows freely along the ground;
A river to nowhere,
a life of nothing.
Where did the directions end?
When did the breathing stop?
Take away the dreams
every last one;
Take away the light
for darkness hides the shame;
siphon the last drops of blood
let no river flow;
sweep up the glass
for no reflection shall ever show.
Copyright © George Aul | Year Posted 2015
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