Shattered Glass
My mom is losing her mind
And all I can do is stare
At empty reflections in glass bottles
Telling me what’s inside
My dad is dead
But empty bottles
Reflect the life I’d like to lead
So they win my gaze instead
Broken bottles shattered glass
Reflect the pain that now is past
I stare into space to forget
But memories stick inside my head
Shattered memories of a broken past
Broken bottles broken glass
I thought of you
And that was all I could seem to do
When all I could see were the empty reflections of me
The mirror lies
A person despise
But you can see through the glass
Just like people
Reflections are empty
Like all their blank stares
When caught unawares
Unpredictable insanity
Calamity all’s lost
Copyright © Brooke Wolfe | Year Posted 2007
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