Your like a shard,
broken.
You don't help yourself or let anyone else,
Bare feet are in peril because of the path you've chosen.
Your not satisfied till your sharp edges have dulled down but that could take a while,
So much plasma would have spread by then it'll be like the Nile.
Make peace with the flowing red preferably before asphyxiation,
gather yourself together and pay the thing that left you in pieces a visit so that you may be whole again
Author notes
about people who take out their anger on others apart from the ones who caused it.
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The title may be long, but this was fun to read. I like the way you divided up the lines it gave real feeling and you make a good point. Kudos.
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sorry if you found the title long but it basically sums up the poem if you get it
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Mhm, I read it because of the title actually. It stuck an image in my head.
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image bieng? something imaginative i hope?
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a man made of stone with bricks for feet trudging along a broken glass road
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hmm i never would hav thought about that
I don't imagine him bieng angry more cool and collected but unfortunately as the poem goes he smashed the glass which hurt everyone else
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