Category : Poems

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Lighting strikes.
Thunder shutters,
Through the ground, 
Of my fragile world.

I once was a clear,
Piece of glass.
I slowly got stained.
With blood and tears.

Then a soft knock,
Like a Childs whisper,
Sent me shattering.
Now I'm just shards.

That's my story,
What's yours?
Did you crumble down,
Where you left on the ground?

Did your loved ones Pass you by?
Living you there alone?
Or did they try to pick you up,
Hurting themselves.

Did you push them away,
Like I did?
Not wanting them to see,
See you like this.

Lighting strikes,
Thunder shutters,
Through the ground,
Of our broken worlds.