Beyond The Glass

Crown and a Life in Glass

The ache of my body isn't strange, 

No one else can move me, the notes fell with age. 

I pretend that I listen, the starry eyes, the bland of my sorrow, 

Visual thought occupied my protected mind, someone threw an arrow. 

I have no authority over my anguishing actions, 

I have no ability, I lost my crown in one of my wars, 

Could I write about my wars, 

I etched my poems with unspoken scars. 

Some soldiers craved holes in the back and heart, 

When I glanced again, I found the familiarity, 

They were my home once, they were with guns in my normality. 

I dropped salty falls, I saw them bury that little girl that I knew, 

They were with hammer and sticking spikes because I'm not something new. 

I tried with screams, but they didn't even move their skin, their sighs felt like a knife, 

I'm full of black and hatred, memories shoot me daily, I want to run beyond your glass, 

Cause there I'll commence with a life.