Bits of Broken Glass

As I lie here dying
Beneath pieces strewn
Bits of broken glass
My ending life spilling out
A scene of black and white and red

Through lighted prisms
An offer given
A different view
Newer angles now reveal
That, which once was veiled and askew

My beliefs of recent
I surely thought to be
Soulful
And in sincerity

On a nosebleed soapbox...
I made my many judgmental observations
Presumptous at everything
It was all corrupted anyway

This is how I decided...
To let my world turn
The common man
underneath my heel
Was never worthy of concern

Always, a tunnel vision
Peering out...
Through suspicious eyes
The deception...
I played upon myself
Half empty glass perceptions
This is all I ever chose to find

But, soon a punchline
As all jokes must come to end
Because, those I had refused to love
Somehow, still put a claim on me
Wanting to make ammends

And even more ironic...
As eyes the widest ever open
But, this time glazed over, while watching
My family with auroras
Strange and encompassing
Of glows, I presume...
Seen only by the soon to be unliving

My loved ones...
I thought were never needed
Unselfishly gather near
Kneeling and crying...
Upon the shard covered concrete
As I weep crimson tears
All along, they were the innocent victims
Of a villian blinded by wealth and greed

I could not accept it
The fact is...
I needed...
We all need LOVE
And, I became a cold and callous fiend

Through the shattered panes
The fragments of realization
Comes but, way too late
That all along...
What it was
I would not see
The glass before me
Had always been over flowing

And in one last gesture
With a hand so cold
But yet, warm bathed in blood
I leave my final mark
Upon this hardened black
Asphalt earth
A drawn out heart...
The universal symbol of love
A lasting expression of my worth

All thoughts rush free
In the last circling of red
And, my finger falls
As the sound of sirens becomes a silence
Among the now, gone and peaceful dead

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011



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Date: 4/23/2011 10:41:00 AM
why choose death huh? and first im only 10 second not on debate team third thank u for saying its a good argument and fourth i've had bad times to and hope has gotten me nowhere its me and my stubborn hardheaded annoying self that kept me grounded oh and i love the poem
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