Fractured Fault Lines

On Life and Living


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?

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allets's picture

Bravo! Great Poem

enjoyed lots - Stella