Shattered Glass
It slipped from my fingers like sand
Broke into tiny pieces, unable to withstand
The brutal impact caused by my unstable hand
Reminds me of the scars of my battered heart
All that is left is the evaporating scent
And the memories which linger yet
I bend down to clean it up
I cut myself with a sharp edge
My tears dilute the running blood
Some days nothing seems right
Seems to rain blood...can’t patch up what’s
Broken...best to sweep the dust under the rug
Why care? It's just a little blood
Life is such, a satchel of broken dreams
If you hold those memories alive
You might get cut and further bleed
Best to sweep those under the rug too
Just matters to make the room look tidy
So it shattered, shrug your shoulders
Accident happens, just read the papers
Another soldier gone, the family now left...
With the grief, a flag, and a void
Don’t even make front page news anymore
Just sweep it under the rug... make it look tidy
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