Shattered pieces,
of glass on the floor.
Each one a different color;
Each one a different shape.
I can not escape my mind,
it's a really dark place.
The light is shining through.
I wonder, will it be enough?
Will I, be enough for you?
These whispers are deafening.
Like the silence that lurks behind,
as creatures walk on by.
This place is a mystery...
In the shadowed walls that lie.
~ B.M.D ~
YOU ARE READING
Everything Is A Form Of Art
PoetryThe best way I know how to express how I feel; With words. ~ by B.M.D. A.k.a ~ Bloopsque A.k.a ~ ItamiTheSaiyan A.k.a ~ Me
