Things
The glass shattered,
Porcelain pieces jagged,
Crystal memories thrown,
Pictures now ragged.
Once loved now discarded,
In a pile not forgotten,
Once fresh and tended,
Now turned and rotten.
Things, just things, you say,
By your hand, the end,
All that was broken,
Not all these could mend.
Many have been scarred,
By the hate and neglect,
Many a loving spirit,
Has it torn and wrecked.
Walking on shells,
Many angry words spoken,
But you see you've failed,
My spirit will not be broken.
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