I'm kind of broken,
like a shard of glass.
Shattered and sharp around the edges.
You think you can see through but the picture is distorted,
not that you know.
Born from the flames of a nightmare heat.
But the cracks in the glass allow the light to shine through.
YOU ARE READING
Just Some Words | Poetry
PoetryAfter a brief wave of inspiration, I decided to allow my brain to fully process the words and let them flow on to the keyboard. I know it's real weird and I hope I don't know you. Anyway, here's an insight into this brain of mine :)
