Colour of Pain

The shards of glass fell, and blended with the tears; Trembling hands threw away all the memories collected over years. Every water-like prism had a red shade of its’ own; The taste was everything from sadness, to that of being all alone. Surface bruises from conflict inside, A damage so deep that it’s seen; And nobody else can observe and compare, they don’t know that through which you have been. The shattering sound that was made from the glass, has attached itself to your soul; Every sliver you gazed upon, stole away at more of your limited control. I admire you, for that very thing which has sliced at your being, leaving you insane; Is the thing which now paints your existence; It is also known, as pain.