Glass Temple

Why look beyond the worn shutters and reach

Out into the great darkness, just grasping

For a precipice; ruins in a dream

While I reach for nothing? Simply nothing?

I blind the sightless, defeat the vanquished,

Starve the famished and bind the entangled.


Do guilt-ridden regrets and hot, saucy

Tears forsake your morals and innocence?

Change? I stand firm with my boisterous blood

Thirsty thoughts. But can a man truly change?


Imagining this silent idea,

An uncharted abyss with a fate still

Uncertain, dictated by naive choice;

Salvation or death under Earth’s burden.

The End

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