It seems that I am the only one who can see
that this road is paved with shards of glass.
It gets harder to keep going,
I've been crawling on my knees
Hands and legs bloodied
by the roughness of it all.
My cheeks are reddened
by every slap in the face
to match my eyes
only to be soothed by my own tears.
I cry out for salvation
but there is no one.
These pieces of glass ahead of me
are encrusted with blood,
like the ones behind.
Has someone been here before?
With life slicing through their skin?
Or am I going in circles,
Stuck on this road again.
