When All Thats Left Is Broken Glass

When all thats left is broken glass,

As it cracks beneath my bare and bloody feet

I never quite knew,

Where it came from

Or what it's doing out here.

But none the less,

It doesn't erase the sting.

 

When all thats left is broken glass,

Shattered in every way,

A bit like myself.

I never quite knew,

What it meant.

Everytime I took a step,

I knew it would hurt

And I knew it was there.

But I never quite knew,

Why I didn't just stop there?

 

When all thats left is broken hearts,

The memories seem to flood my eyes.

I wish it would stop

And just leave me be

With my broken glass and my,

Bloody feet.

I felt safer there.

All by myself.

Just walking with the sting,

And embracing the red.

 

When all thats left is broken glass,

Sometimes we dont know why,

But we continue on that same broken path.

Only to be lead right back

And start all over again...

 

When all thats left is broken glass,

Is there really any point anymore,

Following this old beaten path?

Reviews

[NeonWolves]

I liked it ya did really good as always and alot of heart there love

[Kiari Sabon]

its good and i have asked myself about my paths many times its very good

[Miss Teri]

Wow, this is a great poem. I had to read it a couple times to understand what you were saying. I think there might be a type-o in: "I new quite knew." I'm guessing you meant "never" instead of "new" because it makes more sense that way.