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 © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011
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