Glass Walls: Struggle

Part the Second.

Crash!
Flailing limbs,
Flying shards,
Break the walls!
Systematic,
Chaotic
Destruction; Liberation!
A thousad cuts
From flying crystals
Blood and tears fly
They mingle
On my face,
In my eyes,
In my mouth.
Let them!
I will be free.

Reviews

[Jim Bob]

Wow...this is quite violently emotive...not too sure what you are getting at here, but it definitely has some passion and pursuit of freedom involved. Welcome to Writer's Cafe, thanks for sharing, and I hope to see some more of your work around the place!