Kim Van Breda Poet Narrative

Senseless Paths of Glass

SENSELESS PATHS OF GLASS

I was young when the first bottle hit the wall
flung across the floor   below my room she was 
was crying and really trying to make ends meet

Why?

do I still not have the answers to so many
questions when chains break from 
Chandeliers and Chardonnay bottles
shatter leaving
senseless paths of glass

half stabbed half smashed shards 
embedded in life like a 
destructive knife to the heart

fluted convoluted jigsaw puzzles strewn
amidst days  of wasted time displayed 
on frozen faces giving nothing away 
picking up the pieces of a broken

Nightmare

when she flew through the windscreen
finally at rest on an apex diamond bed
summiting those frightening
senseless paths of glass



© Kim van Breda—30 September 2015

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