There is a crack in your glass
With every use it worsens
Until it finally it gives
Cracking into jagged edges
With only you to pick up the pieces
On your hands and knees
Collecting each fragment
Pricking your fingers
Until little drops of blood
Seep through the skin
Staining the glass
And the linoleum
CZYTASZ
Poems of an anchor
PoezjaI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
