The Glass House Sonnet
It is the sound of a glass house breaking
As I sit on the precipice of fate
I live on the edge of silence taking
The stride of life from within my gate
Dumbfounded, perplexed, I vex
A heart I hear buried beneath debris
She burns as her will connects
To fetch her grace but not to follow me
Who am I to displace a heart from home?
Reflecting dreams in every scrap I see
What am I now, if I am not alone?
Within the shards of glass that cut us deep
I swallow down this pain with loss I meet
To carry on the plod of threadbare feet
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