Ode to Glass

It can be sculpted into many things

You can see through it only sometimes

As when it's clouded like thoughts

Filled to the brim until gone.

Glass sometimes broken into pieces

Shattered like a distant dream

Sometimes overflowed like anger pouring out in a yell

Its filled to the brim.

Some people are like two way glass

You can see them but they can't see you

Like how people hide some personalities they have

Behind the glass wall they’re searching

For things they can't see

Like darkness

You can’t see through it but you can try

Your eyesight might be good

But it can't see the things that matter

Like when you see your reflection in the mirror

The mirror might shatter

What do you see now?

Glass.

Reviews

[Fake]

Interesting concept, RM. Nicely penned.