at first, the crack wasn't evident
until a hardened grip break the glass.
resonated sound of breaking, shattering,
pleading someone would pick the pieces
and one by one bring back the glimmering
brilliance, bring back how once it was,
and so forever it would last.
but no one
no one ever noticed it was broken
for it was hidden behind the curtains
and shadows decided to encage that certain
glass beneath its intricate darkness.
but so sudden
the curtains was blown by the whimsy zephyr
and the shadows were shunned by the sound of the zither:
the glass was broken once again
and not one, not one care a bit.
but someone
there is someone whispering, giggling,
murmuring sweet nothings
and promising a beautiful palace
but the glass
the glass was broken and someone step
on it.
someone step on the broken glass.
so someone was hurt as the glass was
and someone was hurt so someone ran away,
whispering, muttering, hiccuping bitter notions
and conclusions,
but no one cares
aside from the broken glass.
BINABASA MO ANG
Snowdrops of Poetry
Poetry"maybe later, or much more later, the moon will finally give you the right to be with them once more, just like before." - The Stars are Winking at You Tonight this is my poetry.
