Broken Glass

by Ian Robert   Jan 25, 2005


So very broken is,
Everything I left here,
In the trust I gave to you,
Now all the pieces I scramble to collect,
Close to me, Savoring the last,
So thick this air is bliss,
Hatred that once flooded,
Now spilt over and corrupt is every thing,
I left in trust with you.

Ian Robert Potapoff

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