Jun 03

Broken Words

The rain pours
Streams of rivers run down my face and
Onto my bear arms,
Creating puddles all around my feet.
I look into the reflection,
Beyond the top layer
Where all the words are.
But every time I reach, my hand disrupts the glass
And all the words go flying into the wind.
No matter how hard I try
The words are just out of reach.
So my mind breaks
Like shattered glass, dangerous but broken.
I have disarrayed the puddle
And my words with it
Thoughts have gone forever in never dying wind.