Fractured

Tempered tinted glass
Turning everyday overcast
Heaving heavy sighs reveal
Fogged fingerprint hearts
Above the splintered window seal
Stinging stigma to start
For if I hold my breath
I am sure to shatter
All that is left
Of this jaded crystal matter

My oxidized quartz vase

That which held beautiful arrangements
A boisterous bouquet of bounty
Withered and wasted by estrangement
Mold and mildewed animosity

Igniting the garlands ablaze

Soot, ashes and black marred
I lie burned, blistered and scarred
Red rose bleed as white ones charred

Charcoal sketches of billowed haze

Am I really that transparent?
Watching through the panes
Creviced cracks woefully inherent
Abyssal fissure flowing with pain

Erupting induces this melted craze

All too soon I fear
Sublimation is at hand
Impurities will stoke and sear
Disintegrated into mere sand

Only one last aspiration
As the dust settles and clears
In the wake of my despondency 
Is that in my reincarnation
I am some poor wretch’s mirror
Reflecting the beauty I never could see