It's 2:28 in the morning
And I'm thinking
About glass
When it's whole
It is fragile
And we try to protect it
Because how tragic
Would it be
If something so beautiful
So fragile
Were to break
Never
But when it shatters
It is an adversary
And we don't dare come too close to it
With its jagged edges
No longer fragile
No longer beautiful
We protect ourselves
From the cutting edge
Of broken beauty
And I wonder if
Maybe
People are like glass
p.e.j.
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Poems that Nobody Reads
PoetryA collection of poems that I write that everyone thinks are stupid (and they're probably right).
