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Man of Glass
Fractures, tiny fractures. There's more every day
I can see them even when the sun isn't shining
Cracks and fissures. Watch as he crumbles away
He is suffering and they all crowd around imploring
He bends until breaking, pushing the pain away
His eyes are haunted and he can barely sleep
There are no comforts to give nor words to say
He is dying and we all are forced to see
I can see them even when the sun isn't shining
Cracks and fissures. Watch as he crumbles away
He is suffering and they all crowd around imploring
He bends until breaking, pushing the pain away
His eyes are haunted and he can barely sleep
There are no comforts to give nor words to say
He is dying and we all are forced to see
Published 26th May 2020
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26th May 2020 7:06pm
My impression is that the "slings and arrows" of every day life are killing us. I may be way off base, but that's what I got. Regardless, I enjoyed this.
26th May 2020 10:56pm
27th May 2020 8:23am
The sadness of death is emotionallly rough. But to me laughter is the best medicine. Keep on writing.
