Empty Glass

I hate when I break a glass........

Empty glass once full and flowing, 

waiting for the fill, 

the purpose for which it was created, 

empty sits still. 

Empty alone on the table, 

fragile fears of a brake, 

falling threats looming present, 

as the table trembles and shakes.

Empty container useless sits,

potential wasted from lack of drink,

dirty and in need of cleaning,

left behind in a filthy sink.

Empty glass shattered, 

clumsily dropped on the floor,

shards piercing pieces,

swept away thrown out the door.

Author's Note

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