The Glass Man

I have been one, greeted with the sun.

She, only so kind to those who follow.

Greeted me, with kind eyes, yellow rays and fun.

I have been shrouded by night.

Covered, lost, broken, and deceived.

She, the moon, had taken back her plight.

I, the one afraid to fly had flown far.

Me, with the broken wings, had fallen the fastest.

Me, with wings, black as coal, and made of tar.

I, had no ally, no friend, no cover.

Me, the one left, to fight my own.

Brothers, sisters, family, all left to hang, to hover.

All of us meant to hang, lifeless.

All if us, young, brave, bold, torn.

Their blood, taken, splatter, a mess upon the walls.

Me, left alone, all alone.

Only here to pray, for the morning to come.

So, I may, maybe, might, catch a glimpse, of my own hope, drifting, blown away.