Broken glass

I wake up
and all I hear
is breaking glass.

I am
down, deep in
South, but
the shattering brings me
back to life.

it seems
the silence of the
barren lands isn’t
holy enough

but don’t be afraid,
I’ll pick up
my sinful pieces, then
help you
gather yours.

8 thoughts on “Broken glass

  1. Silence kills when you want to listen to someone. Sins don’t matter once you understand story of the sinner. It takes courage to fight back.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s