Standing on breaking glass,cracking below me
I watch in the distance as darkness rushes to me,
as the glass breaks and I see myself in the shards,
falling deeper and deeper,hoping to see her again
my eyes closed as the swirling dark overcomes me
Tears,now dry as i wake in the pile of glass and blood
I struggle to walk,as I go deeper into myself and the dark
As I look back at the broken glass,I remember her face,her touch
I fall,knowing I'm safe in her arms,my mind left to roam
As I welcome the darkness,I know she's here watching over me
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Written June 22nd, 2005
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That was beautiful GP!
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That was different...I can look at certain songs and movies and just get a fresh memory off of sight. I like this .You are unique with your writings you shy away from the original and common ways of expression. I love that. Keep it up.
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Great! I thought that this poem could be about both a breakup and a death, until the last line which obviously indicates a death. It would be cool if this was left open like that, but I really like the imagery you're using here, it's empirical and it allows the reader to go along the journey with you. thumbs up!
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