Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Broken

Lying on the floor, the million broken pieces of glass, glistening with tears but sparkling like diamonds, are the remains of something precious. The room is dark and strange. Misty fog descends to fill the air. Its no point trying to pick the pieces up for like any piece of broken glass, they can only hurt and make someone bleed. Just walk away. Just look away. For it slipped from my hands. The glass full of broken dreams.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

The description was very lively and indeed beautifully composed. Liked, especially the end which said 'glass full of broken dreams'. This was unexpected and so it surprised me. Thanks and sorry at the same time, I took a reference from your post to finish my writing assignment. Strange na, someone fulfilling his dreams with a description of someone's shattered dreams. Senti...Anyway, Thanks once again.

Anikini | Indian Beauty | Fashion | Home Management Blog said...

beautifull :)