Sharpened blades of grass,
unaware the people pass,
till torn by the glass.
They were unable to to see,
breaking it's serene beauty,
leaving their foot prints bloody.
Pieces all around,
scattered unseen on the ground,
not meant to be found.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
