NEW POEM: Shattered Glass


Cracking future. Breaking sanity. Memories shatter. These shards of me disintegrate until there is nothing left that matters. I am a slave to the dollar and caught in a web of lies, yet no one hears my desperate cries.


Day after day, I roll and wave, anything to get attention, but my cursed smile is my own condescension. They just call me playful or curious of their ways, why can’t they understand what I’m trying to say?


While I show my loneliness and my broken mind, they take a picture and pass me by. They complain of isolation, that they can’t go to a beach or hang out with friends. Pfft. Try having that anguish for years with no end.


Crack. Break. Shatter. I’m torn and tattered, yet they pretend I live happily-ever-after. They ooh and awe, but this isn’t a fairy tale. No one hears me. I’ve failed.


Just once, I wish that somebody would listen, and do something to end my suffering in this prison. I’m tired of the lies, I’m tired of the games. Can’t anyone see that I’m in pain?


I’m circling these walls in isolation and misery while they’re getting richer. Can’t anyone see that there’s something wrong with this picture? If you can, then why aren’t you doing anything about it? Don’t just complain, do something. I’m still here, crumbling to pieces bit by bit.


I am a slave to the dollar and caught in a web of lies, and no one hears my desperate cries. These shards of me disintegrate until there is nothing left that matters. Crack. Break. Shatter.

Credit for image above: Adsila Algoma

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