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Blah The shimmering glass hit my floor
Leaving thousands of pieces of you-
Reflecting slivers of pain
Lie scattered in my blood
A river of joy and sadness
That once flowed endlessly
Towards a valley of darkness
Lit by a thousand suns and moons
Barely penetrating the piercing cold
Encompassing my life and yours
In a little square box
We both thought was bigger.
March 25, 2002
this is a great poem. I can relate to it perfectly.
- courtney
I really love this one...the use of medaphore is great, and its something I can relate to.