All the world is glass,
shattered into grains of sand,
I stare into a dark mirror,
and retch to see what I may see.
I see eyes long interred in hate,
shame written on the features.
There is no respite from the world's torments,
no help against a sea of oppression.
You must stand alone against the water,
beating against that morbid soul within your chest,
a solemn and dying look, cold and relentless in its anger.
The bereavement that pulls against your breath,
a python that coils 'crost your heart.
The last vestiges of life slowly pulled from cold-clammy hands,
only to die another day.
I stare into an empty mirror,
and watch the hourglass pass.
There is no home here.
*It is supposed to be uneven and broken and not rhyme or have nice stanzas, its supposed to be like that. To match the tone and style of the poem*
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