Shattered Window

All I can see now is the shattered window,

thousands of broken pieces litter the ground,

piercing shards dig deep into my fragile skin,

but even though I can see the blood,

even though I can see the jagged cuts,

the pain escapes me,

I am numb,

there is nothing,

empty tears stream from my eyes,

and the moon’s reflection is visible,

pulling my attention further from the severed skin,

pulling me down into black abyss,

into a realm of nothing but tragic endings,

as I fall to the ground,

lamenting all my sorrows to the moon,

and the edges of the shattered window glisten in the moonlight,

and the shards embedded in my skin become permenent,

and I am left to cry alone.