Walking on glass,
feeling the cracks.
This is m life,
fragile as glass.
One wrong step
and I'll fall.
The glass cracks,
I stop,
letting it settle
before I take
another step.
'CRACK!'
A stinging pain
as my foot gets sliced,
I wince but
force myself to
walk on,
not trusting the glass.
Another step,
one foot in front
of the other.
More cracks,
more steps,
more cuts.
When will the glass end?
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Poems for Everything(Part#2)
PoetryThese poems are by me, I write them from my heart. It took a lot of convincing myself to put these on here for everyone to look at. So go ahead, judge me and comment whatever is on your mind. But let me tell you one thing: One day, you could have a...
