Shattered Glass

Empty.
A wordless state of emotion and feeling.

Guilt.
A heaviness unescapable in silence.

Death.
A state of being, not necessarily an end.

Shattered glass, fragmented beyond recognition,
Smashed, broken beyond repair.
A thousand scattered reflections blurred
Marred by what is left behind.
Mirrored into the soul the thousand shards
Of the truth held inside.

Reviews

[Greg Close]

I really like this - and how you broke up the formatting really worked for me too (sometimes such purposeful arrangement comes across as pretentious or corny, and this did not - much to my relief)!

This bit below ends the piece with a profound bang. What great visual metaphor and feeling. Wow.

"A thousand scattered reflections blurred
Marred by what is left behind.
Mirrored into the soul the thousand shards
Of the truth held inside. "

[Poeticme]

Very passionate and powerful, thanks for sharing my lady

Poeticme

[Danielle]

An excellent, emotional piece.

[Oblivion]

I like the way this is structured and progresses. It seems to begin sterile with the meanings of these words to you, but assembled in a way with a deeper meanings that you surrender to by the last stanza and write of in full passion.

[A love for poetry]

A thousand scattered reflections blurred
Marred by what is left behind.
Mirrored into the soul the thousand shards
Of the truth held inside.

Very true!

[durzothorn]

great piece

[Nick Erickson]

I like the way you break it down in the beginning, giving it an abrupt end with each three words. Closing out with a lucid flow.

"Death.
A state of being, not necessarily an end." - I really like this line.

[Antonio Valentino]

Bravo! Really enjoyed this.

So nice to read you again!

Antonio :)

Excellent write!

[InkSlinger]

Great piece! Full of thought and wonder!

[Orlando Murcia]

Very deep..

Your wording was exquisite doll..


Orlando