Broken Glass

Broken glass cuts your image
Slices the photograph of your soul
The grainy landscape of your spirit
Captured in black and white

Shades of grey engulfing everything
Obliterate all color
There's all and none
Even blood stains have lost distinction

Your eyes keep staring past the fractures
Blue or green it is hard to tell
Dead eyes leave us haunted
Wondering about all they saw

New glass might fix you for a while
But it can always break again