Short Burst Your Bubble Poems

Patience Destroyed

Pale panes of melting ice
Mist up with breath
And drip, they drip
The panes begin to run
And begin to fall away
Suspended for a second for a minute
To be diverted or perverted
Barriers rotted
False words spurted
Tantrums, tempests, frustration
Aha! I am free
The rotted flesh deceiver
May I burst your bubble,
Slit your throat to save the trouble
I am the Shadow Reaper!