So many shards of broken glass;
Faces lost behind their masks.
The pain swelling deep within
Kaleidescopes with horrid din
To shift and morph within itself,
All the while, denying help
From those whose hands extend
To pull you from the pit within.
The life you gave was so much more
Than all the poetic, creative lore.
I sing a song of silent plea
For you who would not choose to flee
Such horrid loss, pain, distress;
The ugly truth could not confess.
And now there is no hallowed prose
To silence all that darkness knows.
You've gone away to sleep in death.
My heart will grieve your broken glass.
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