Tell me what broke inside ?

She wept

something was broken inside

she knew

she had snapped


no attempt would

get that back.

Her tears

were warm

slow to roll

on her cheeks

that were fast

to grow red

not of shame

but of pain

a red that

is like a sore

a one out of shame


as you gain strength

but this one of pain

would have lain

for years

as your tears

may not roll

after day, two or three

but you are forever


to have them a free flow

on slightest


of the glass transparency

through which you saw

what was broken

and which has

taken away your glow!

I encourage readers to check this damn good book.


What do you think?

Written by Glower4

Glower is a writer cum poet who is a commoner endowed with uncanny gift of extreme and deep abstract thought resulting in astonishing written word.