Broken Glasses

BROKEN GLASSES Horns blared As the human traffic clawed at snail pace T'is was another ordinary evening in the city Hurriedly, he walked in the dark alleyway Avoiding the rushing shadows His breathe returned as he joined the main street Suddenly he turned and gazed at the cafe's window He couldn't make out the pallid face Furrowed with deep ridges The eyes defined it all! In rage he shattered the window with all his might Scattered pieces of glass lay on the grubby pavement Each reflecting its own reality Around the same orbit - - DEATH!