Poem from Broken Glass (Chapbook 5)

GLASS

My heart is in pieces

I’m gluing them together.

I head to a glittering bar,

Glass suspended above.

Clear becomes cloudy,

Ease my pain.

Using happy hour,

For a happy hour.

Good idea at the time,

Smashed into a hangover.

Lingering losses,

Clipping away.

Until I become clear the next day,

You still see though me.

You don’t care about my pain,

I repeat my pattern.

My heart is in pieces…

From the chapbook Broken Glass, available as an ebook on Amazon kindle.

DISCLAIMER; This book is published under my pseudonym Ellis Wells.