Do you hear the echoing, shattering sounds
Of shards of your broken, jagged glass,
As you hurl your misguided judgment stones
Cruelly, and blindly, in my direction
From within' your empty-of-life,
Fracted and fragmented, houses of glass?
Or is that more the constant rattling
Of so many broken and buried bones
Coming from your clandestine closets?
Bravo! Great Poem
enjoyed lots - Stella