Glass

by Cherry   Sep 10, 2006


When glass falls
it shatters.
Some pieces you cant see
some big enough to pick up.
But one day when your not paying attention,
you step on a piece of glass.
That one you didn't get when you swept.
The one that hid itself in the carpet.
It sunk deep into the skin of your foot
and now its a pain you cant find.
The blood starts to show itself
and you find that piece of glass,
that very last piece.
You squeeze it out of you foot.
You don't understand how something so small
can cause you so much pain
but your glad you can get rid of it.
I'm your piece of glass.

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  • 17 years ago

    by A Fallen Angel

    I liked this poem a lot... it was well written and the metaphors were well put... good job

  • 17 years ago

    by Jaime

    I love the use of metaphors, and that was a great one. Good job.

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