The broken glass 9/29/2024 debbie blane

 

 

The broken glass

                                    Is falling

                                                                        From

                                                                                                            The

                                                                                                                              Sky

When I hold my hands out

It drops in them

And cuts

And there is blood

Bright red

And I see people

With bones

Sticking out

Someone is missing,

                                    Oh Lordie,

                                                      Is missing,

                                                                                                            Their face

 

I am seeing things that lead me to believe

I am in hell

A body

Without a head

I cannot breathe

 

My guts are throwing up

Our beloveds

                                    Are

                                                      Being

                                                                        Shredded

 

                                                                                          And broken

                                                                                                            And taken from us

Before we can say

Good-bye

I love you

Don’t leave

Don’t leave……