Glass houses as far as the eye can see, bleeding across the grounds and covering every tree
People are quick to throw stones but never willing to atone
Glass shatters and covers the land, uninhabitable to all situations giving to our bloody hands
Once was a time homes were built out of brick and wood. Handcrafted to survive, thrive, nothing can tear down where it stood
Homes taught forgiveness and love and no perfectly exist in any of us
Now giving grief we're raised to be selfish and push others away, loneliness we lust
Hard press to find carpteners of kindness who build relationships with longevity in mind
Now business run our hearts everyone is just a number so we can be unkind
Shouldn't blame humans maybe it's the devil's work for only he can turn grass into glass and give us the material to build with
We build homes on a foundation of sand so we can easily rockslide all out our lives and start over anew
But those who make habit to throw and cling with vain, sorrow they'll find, while some, numb and distrust they'll gain
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I make on the fly when my mouth can't speak what emotions I feel, my soul will type them here.
