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.

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