What once was whole now lays in shambles.
I could cry, but tears are not an adhesive.
My sorrow won't stitch the fragments back together.
Even if they could my vision would be too blurred to find all the pieces.
I Pick up the fragments of varying colors.
There's no other choice.
A water fall of jagged marvel descends before my eyes.
There in the bin the pieces lay.
discarded, thrown away.
I'm feeling that my bed is now my grave.
Regardless of my efforts I could never save.
The glass that shattered here today.