Alison's Images

shattered glass below my feet
shattered skies above
shattered dreams are in my head
and shattered hopes below

the jagged edges cut like knives
the cracks won’t fill with glue
my shattered dreams remain untouched
I only wish I knew

I tread the silent, hurting path
and sink into the pain
I walk on through the lonely streets
I hope I won’t again

I see a building, standing tall
and walk on through the door
I glimpse a shattered mirror
I wonder what’s in store?

I gaze into the broken mirror
and see me staring back
I wonder if that’s really me
something seems to lack

the face is pained and lined with care
the eyes are hallowed tombs
the scars are deep and dripping blood
I turn out of the room

back to the street my feet take me
the rain is pouring down
I start back up the road again
I barely make a sound

perhaps I’m meant to wander here
forever lost and searching
perhaps my life is over now
my step is slow and lurching

shattered glass below my feet
shattered skies above
shattered dreams are in my head
and shattered hopes below

That’s not a depressing poem, oh no. But it really sums up this week which was: exhausting, straining, frustrating, full of regrets, angry, sadness and pain.

Tomorrow afternoon I’m crashing.

Comments on the poem welcome. =D