My life is a broken window,.
I represent only a sliver of it,.
The rest exists as a spider's web of cracks,.
I am a shard laying hopelessly on the floor,.
Awaiting Societies Broom to sweep me away,.
The bristles thrusting me into the dustbin of insanity,.
Where I will remain, a trinket of antiquity,.
Never again will light shine through me,.
Before the incident, I would proudly refract rays of sun,
Displaying A rainbow of colors on your white walls,
Warming your face as you stared through me,.
To you, I was always clear,
So now that I'm gone,
Let the breeze remind you I was here once,…
