Scenes from Beneath Broken Glass

Life takes a victim

Beneath twists of fate

And mangled metal scraps
Lies a man as 

Bits of broken glass

 

Diamonds façade; shards lightened prism
Another view of life finally given
A different  perspective where shallow disappears
Angles right I see straight on through

 

Knowledge of faith just a little too late
Beliefs are simple lines, but not parallels

Our own worlds are what we make
And all man's truths don't always intersect or relate

 

I've made mine, so here I die
Soon to be beneath a bed of roses
Too many judgmental observations
Presumptous as they may be
It was all corrupted (pauses) anyway

 

This was the path I chose on life's road

Haphazard around her bends
Countless hits and runs caught within my wheels
Without worry; a blind spot for most of fellow men

 

Always, a tunnel vision through
Suspicious eye's looking glass
The deception; a joke upon myself
A cup that could have runneth over
Was perceptions of days in half empty glass

 

I left my own conscience

Ignoring the coming punchline
I refused those I knew, one son and daugthers also
To me still they come
Offering love, even when I'm done

 

Irony as smashed pylons black around the eyes
This is the moment they are opened ever wider
Tears crying wise
Rivers flush blood down gutters

 

In the background sirens wailing also
Bright lights, angels serendipitous calling
But, I know they are not fo me

Screaming falsetto

 

Change evermore late

Mimics skidding brakes, as now I must go
With spirit tainted and payments soon due
I see a body still upon a gurney

Looks like a somebody...

                            Of someone I once knew

 

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

This one is powerful, Mike. We go along assuming that there is time to believe, later... and then later comes and we are caught unprepared. Harsh and vivid images paint the picture here... well done!

[Michael G. Smith]

Yes, there's no death bed repentance. We are here to prove to God we can be worthy for repentance is not words and change if heart only. We must act it out to show true sincerity.

[Subversive Reality]

This was the path I chose on life's road
Haphazard around her bends
Countless hits and runs caught within my wheels
Without worry; a blind spot for most of fellow men

My favourite Stanza. It's definitely one that a lot of people will relate to. This was really good keep em coming!

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Sub. Have a good weekend.

[Avinash]

Very passionate and honest take on one's life..thanks for sharing.

[Michael G. Smith]

Any time Avinasj.

[emilyfulken]

excellent poem. every word you write magically flows beautifully together. I enjoyed reading this excellent poem by you. thank you for sharing.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Emily. Does anyone call you Em?

[emilyfulken]

lol.. my real name danielle, emily is my pen name when I write. I have had people call me dani.

[Michael G. Smith]

I learned something new, thanks Emily/Cain my name is Mike. There are several Michael Smith poets so I started using M.G for Michael Gary.