I try to make a noise,
But I have no mouth.
I'm made of glass.
It's hard to move,
And he now holds a bat.
I try to see the gold,
But my eyes are cotton.
I hear the steps.
I hear the echo.
I want to reach out, but the glass is heavy.
I can hear the swing of the bat.
Glass is heavy, but he only adds to it.
I feel the pressure on top of me.
I hear my glass cracking.
I feel my body,
Crack,
Break,
And shatter.
The breaking should hurt.
The sharp shards should shock me,
But glass has no nerves.
I don't feel a thing.
My mind disperses much like a cloud,
Floating away,
Until nothing at all.
I don't want to be aware of him.
The pressure on me.
The bat.
The prowl of his fun.
I don't want my glass to shatter any more.
I don't want him to shatter me any more.
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A Collection Of Poems
PoetryI rather enjoy writing poems. I may not write them a lot, but I do write them. So, I decided I should create a collection of.poems I write here. Thank you if you decide to read them!
