Shards of glass, my life
Broken without a why,
Splinters glued towards a null
Climbing earth and crumbling sky.
Each fractal blade, sharpened
Every moment, bleeding pains
Slipping out, oozing in, through the crevices,
Void running in the veins.
My mind, numbed by thought
Multiples amounting to nought,
Want of a deed and direction
Stillness, sold and bought.
Each instant alive, a debt on desire
Shards of glass, my life.
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