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. "

[An owl on the moon]

You take this powerful imagery and weave in meanings and metaphors that speak into the shattered life... memories and more fragmented and strained in a soul that has suffered beyond imagination.

[Yina]

I like the way you wrote this. I picture it being something other then actual glass but that's just my imagination. Nice write:)

[Hello, Goodbye]

love the usage of brevity and the compact but strong delivery.. You use pauses effectively and allow for the reader to examine and not feel rushed.. Your imagery is captivating also..

[Lively]

Nice........

[Shalini Dinesh]

power packed poem, works and glass once broken can never be mended....

[Denise]

Deep and moving. Such feeling in this that makes for a great poem written with a sad heart.

[Dream Weaver]

Food for thought, and though brief, it
certainly packs a punch! Well done...

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Very well descripted! Great job

[Audrey Howitt]

So sad this. It feels heavy in the beginning and somehow, the image of the shattered glass lightens the melancholy a bit for me. Nice job!