Born To Shatter

Photo by Jilbert Ebrahimi on Unsplash

Created in the image,
of another,
without a soul,
just a clear glass tile.

Paper thin my size,
You keep looking,
at me through,
your eyes.

Let me correct,
You look through me,
I am expendable,
for I am dependable.

I sacrifice myself to protect,
What lies behind,
Like man who lies,
To protect his ties.

I survive the fall,
But the torment,
Doesn’t end,
Nobody can mend.

For broken is broken,
Shattered is shattered,
Cracks are nice they said,
I wish they were on them laid.

My fate to be broken,
In the clumsy hands,
Wondering about foreign lands,
I count my days now.

I want to break enough,
It is enough,
The clear body of mine,
Lays tattered all time.