Shimmering and shiny, like scatterings of snow
But their edges are scathing and unforgiving
They glitter and deceive in the light
Reflecting the splatter of crimson
My hand throbs from the impact
The snow doesn't melt like it should
The warmth dribbles down my hand
And dims the glimmer just a bit
It deserved it; I had to do it.
It wasn't fair that it can reflect and not feel
It wasn't fair that it can so easily shatter
While I was forced to stay in one piece
It was shatter or be shattered.
I had to.
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Life's Memorabilia
PoetryIn haste to make light , one must first conquer darkness A battle between white and black But no one ever seems to mention the murky gray mixtures in between As the quietness of silence covers my ears, I plead to heed my words For there is just so...
