The harshness of life melts the cold steel <br /> Until gone is the barrier that makes <br /> Us blind. <br /> <br /> I see the tattered pieces of metal <br /> Learning the ways that people kill. <br /> <br /> Floods still stalk the cities tremble in <br /> Fear ... the terror of someone left <br /> Without a meal. <br /> <br /> Don't touch the glass just mirrored echo <br /> Of my past -- too late wounded glass. <br /> <br /> Then suddenly one foot was enough to stand <br /> Through the tumble in grace. <br /> <br /> Like to see the white cliffs of Dover before <br /> I break in two, because I must find my place. <br /> <br /> In the background I heard a piano whisper to my <br /> Soul, "Don't let the glass break." <br /> <br /> I tumbled back to the fold ... then with a <br /> Blink I stood inside the glass that bleeds. <br /> <br /> Don't' touch the glass it's just a mirrored <br /> Echo of my past.<br /><br />Dennis Beus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wounded-glass/
