Empty Glass

I hate when I break a glass........

Empty glass once full and flowing, 

waiting for the fill, 

the purpose for which it was created, 

empty sits still. 

Empty alone on the table, 

fragile fears of a brake, 

falling threats looming present, 

as the table trembles and shakes.

Empty container useless sits,

potential wasted from lack of drink,

dirty and in need of cleaning,

left behind in a filthy sink.

Empty glass shattered, 

clumsily dropped on the floor,

shards piercing pieces,

swept away thrown out the door.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Jeyanthi]

Indeed there is a story here... a strong and reasoning...

(But i'm much faithful person, i don't forgot anyone soon or their help too ... :))

[Dave W.]

Good day Jey there is a story for sure.

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful dance of thoughts. I liked how you use the glasses Dave.
"Empty glass shattered,
clumsily dropped on the floor,
shards piercing pieces,
swept away thrown out the door."
The above lines. We do often in a lifetime. Powerful and amazing poetry shared.
Coyote

[Dave W.]

Thank you very much.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Dave.