A Few Thoughtful Stanzas

vi. Glass is Dangerous

They say playing with glass was dangerous
But that didn't stop me
From admiring the sculpted beauty in the light
A rosy tinted glow playing on the floor

They say that glass is fragile
It shatters easily with one hit
Like all of my conscience ever had
One word, one blow, did so much damage

They say that glass could wound
The shards prick, pierce through the skin
Drawing blood, but I feel nothing
No pain, no sensation, only numbness

They say that glass could kill
The scarlet mingling with the clear cut shards
Of what drew the life out of my system
And in the shards I pass out, never to wake...