I Am Broken Glass
I am broken glass
waiting to pierce your feet
To bloody you up and see your pain
For I am in so much
I want to spread it around
I am on fire, my teeth are sad.
My gums hurt, and I want to share this
with thousands of others
Wailing is what I am doing now
for shingles has consumed my body
My ankles are thick, my throat sore
Food comes back up,
in an untasty way.
I am broken, I have been stepped on.
Kicked to the curb, I lie in wait,
for you
But dare you come?
I would not if I had a choice
God did not deem that for me.
Choosing for me.
Which causes me anguish
Comes out as wheezing
The wind comes through, trying to sooth
but my mind is set against all hope
I am broken glass, waiting to pierce your feet.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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