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
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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