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……
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