SHARDS OF GLASSA Poem by E.P. RoblesLet the reader decide.Walking on shards of shattered glass, Heartbreak's jagged pieces from the past. Pain's my muse, don't question why, I don't ask where I've gone awry. Tears in my eyes, a crimson stain, Soul's aching in this never-ending rain. It's chaotic, yet it feels so real, Life's mystique, an electric thrill. Everybody craves that thing called love, But few have hearts as tough as a leather glove. How many folks grow old too soon, Lost in a world where tears maroon. I've prayed, I've lost my mind, In this crazy world, we're all confined. And someone, like fate, softly said, "You're as real as the life you've bled." :: 09.18.2023 ::
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StatsAuthorE.P. RoblesSAN ANTONIO, TXAboutI write a lot and I paint a lot. I think just enough that I believe I am a very crazy person at all times. I am very friendly to a fault and find life very very short. I write in bursts with each p.. more..Writing
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