Broken Glass

July 22, 2012
A piece of glass once whole and loved.
Was turned into something shattered and ugly.
Once cherished by many now a regret.
The shiny luster gone.
I was once a mirror, clear as day.
Now spattered with blood of a human’s life.
Then shattered into a million or so pieces.
My life is tragic so to speak.
But it’s fine… For when I’m just a grain of glass…
I will become whole again





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