Broken Glass

A bad son

Using gifts as

Rare apologies

And mediocre accolades as

Excuses

For past actions.

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Just a small sample

Of my many

Late night thoughts.

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Consumed by guilt

But not attuned to guilt

Looking with shame

Upon all that my hands built.

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Merely sand castles,

Soon to be

Swept

Away.

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We are

Connected constantly,

But emotions are kept private.

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Blue flashing lights

Are used as distractions,

‘Til

In these rooms, alone,

I open up repressed reactions.

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I always acted properly -

Emotions ever buried

Despite their violent currents,

Keeping things civil

As my secrets were uncovered.

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Worn out hands

Exchange new plans

And I pray that they can carry me

To safety.

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I only need a minute

There.

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I promise, I won’t be noticed — no — I

Only need a minute

To breathe.

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Glitching voices

Ruin cover from

The rain of the past.

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I look to my reflection,

All I see

Is broken glass.