Broken Glass and Broken Dolls

There is a deeper meaning.

"This is dangerous,"

My mother said

As she drove down the road.

I didn't know what she meant.

My gaze was out the window.

I felt the car stop.

And my gaze shifted to the street.

There were children running in bare feet.

And the ground was covered.

In glass and broken dolls.

My mom was right.

This was dangerous.

Author's Note

Be nice. c: I wrote this poem late last night while I couldn't sleep.

Reviews

[Stanley Wilson]

Interesting poem. could be many things to many people. My first impression was a car crash. Then I thought of other images. Very clever work thanks for sharing :)