Perspective

The glass, the class, the sass , the a*s

When did it become so light
When did it begin to blind,
Or when did I become so dark,
When was I so immensely touched by the shards of glass
I then proceed to swallow instead of spitting out .
When did my words so filled with venom begin to ooze out of its own flesh .
How could I not hold back the words
The splinters that had fueled my days .
Was it the words?
Was it the venom ?
Was it the glass?
The glass
The glass
The slowly moving, creeping glass?
When did I become so dark ?
Or when did it become so bright ?

Author's Note

Excuse my description I just had to . And yes I have grammatical issues

Reviews

[Chadvonswan]

Love the 4th and 5th lines, this was really a deep poem, I would say twenty five fathoms. To many questions arise when trying to analyze this poem. When was it written? Who wrote it? Was it before Shakespeare, or after? It's it a poem depicting sensuous rape, or just pure fallatio with a horny robot? The concluding stanza makes me think of a Pre-war-pumpkin, back when the Romans had their s**t together. Nice poem!

[Naraly Godinez]

Thank you max for that elaborate comment=)

[A. Amos]

This is one interesting write, full of love, feelings and emotions, I truly enjoyed, Thank you for sharing