Broken Glass.

 

I stared down at the broken glass before me,

Ironically matching the pieces of my broken heart.

Each irregular piece standing out in a peculiar way.

Friends, Family, Personality-

All in a chaotic mess on the ground.

I couldn’t sweep up the mess.

It seemed forever bound to the floor.

Author's Note

Critique?

Reviews

[Jo]

Simple, and very nice, but to me it feels like something's missing at the end.