But why?
This beautiful stained glass window was once one,
But now
It is breaking apart into two.
The crack started small
Nothing to be concerned about
Everyone said.
Only a small crack
It cannot hurt the integrity
Of the glass.
Had it been fixed right away
The glass would be whole,
But as time passes
The crack continues to grow
Leading towards
The imminent doom
That lies ahead...
It will shatter,
And become but only a memory
Of what it once was.
I like this... a lot. It's very deep yet makes sense. If only I could emmulate your impressive writing maybe I could get a 96% in this class.. I really do like this though.
ReplyDeleteWow, beautiful poem. It makes sense to me unless I'm completely confused. I applied it to friendship.
ReplyDeletewow james you perfectly hit exactly what i was going for.
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