Broken

i feel the pierce of each tiny shard wafting through air as that glass shatters in echoes against walls
my blood splatters the same as it falls down
i am fine...just musing...
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Michael Avatar
January 16, 2020 at 11:07 AM
Artistic in many ways...in the play of words...nice vibes
Adams Avatar
January 16, 2020 at 11:07 AM
Thank you so much Arturo... hugs
Wolves Avatar
January 15, 2020 at 9:20 AM
Ouch this is creepy good... Love it.. Even I walk on the dark side now and then Bwahahahaha
Adams Avatar
January 15, 2020 at 10:20 AM
lol... thank you Robert... if creepy is good then count me in...
Devonshire Avatar
January 14, 2020 at 1:20 PM
Sandra, your poem made me think of what it must be like during the recent air strikes in the Middle East. Also, when Hurricane Matthew hit my area, I wrapped myself in a comforter (even though it was hot outside) for fear shards of window glass would cut me. Sometimes those shards can be words that hurt us too. Very nice work!
Adams Avatar
January 14, 2020 at 7:29 PM
Thank you Carolyn...i cannot imagine living in a war zone like that...i had that same fear as you when we had a tornado come through late one night...an f5 in an area that never gets them...and a rare night one...i remember the fear and hiding with the kids on the stair case huddled under a thick blanket for the same reason you did... words can damage more so i think because a surface wound will heal and eventually the scar fade but the words will echo forever in a mind... hugs
Green Avatar
January 14, 2020 at 1:19 PM
Love your poem and your note at the bottom. From frown to smile that fast. : ) Really Sandy, your words ache because your talent to express emotions is so strong. Beautifully done.
Adams Avatar
January 14, 2020 at 7:24 PM
Thank you Chris...i guess i can pick emotions out of my mind like flowers from a field...
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