Broken
Filled with cracks
The image that is reflected
Distorted
So fragile
That even the wind can make it collapse
Yet it's still standing
Infront of anyone that is passing
Makes me wonder
How is it still standing?
and still reflect everything
Makes me want to feel
What's happening?
I—
I can't —
I couldn't
I couldn't feel it
Yet I can see the reflection
It's still standing
Makes me wonder
To everyone that's passing
It's the only one standing still
The wind that is hushing so wild
Making it even more fragile
Distored image
Cracking ever so often
Makes me wonder
Is it the glass that is broken?
YOU ARE READING
Flowing words
PoetryThe words flow through her mind But never in her mouth Fighting to be burst out loud Until it's forgotten and never to be found
