September 3, 2011

Glass

I watched them fall, one by one,
And I saw my image in them,
I am the teardrops that fall
From my eyes onto the desk top.
They are the insects that flew
Blindly into the windshield,
They are the dishes I threw
Angrily onto the floor.
They burst open and break apart,
Some tiny little liquid shards,
And it hurts me to touch them,
And it hurts me to watch them
Fall like so, die like so,
And I can't stop them,
I can't help myself.