Cancerous

Shattered glass, around my feet, every where I go, every where I turn. My plans, my dreams, all shattered, at my feet, and I'm to walk on them. This is not survivor, but a soldier, it's a battle, and I am its victim. Cruel life, it laughs at me, but all I can do is stay silent. It has bitten into my bones, squeezing my life out of my body and soul. Now that I know the truth in me, I cannot flee myself, I let the ill wind blow in my face, until it will blow me away from this platform to my grave. Nothing is ever so cancerous. 6/8/2019