Broken Glasses
BROKEN GLASSES
Horns blared
As the human traffic clawed at snail pace
T'is was another ordinary evening in the city
Hurriedly, he walked in the dark alleyway
Avoiding the rushing shadows
His breathe returned as he joined the main street
Suddenly he turned and gazed at the cafe's window
He couldn't make out the pallid face
Furrowed with deep ridges
The eyes defined it all!
In rage he shattered the window with all his might
Scattered pieces of glass lay on the grubby pavement
Each reflecting its own reality
Around the same orbit -
- DEATH!
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