1. Shards Of Glass


    Date: 7/2/2016, Categories: Love Poems, Author: Michael_m57, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    It is all just broken shards of glass now. The colors that shone so brightly are dull and dead. The patterns had made such beautiful images, how I miss them. Each image was a promise of endless bright days and nights to come. Now it’s just a jumble of jagged lines. There is no one with me to hear, but I bravely speak. “I should pick them up, try to clean up the mess.” I try, but they cut me, and I bleed, and my heart cries out. Soon, I am just sitting among them again, cursing my weakness. The stained glass window colors were so beautiful; they shimmered in so many ways. They promised endless bright days and nights to come. Each fragment was part of a whole that was to be an eternal image of love and beauty and meaning. Now they are just colorless and cold, sharp dead things. I must leave them alone unless I want to spend my days and nights in sorrow and pain.
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