The window of one soul


The morning, the sun,
light beats my face
Another day in ‘paradise’
Hell in heaven
good place, bad people

Hate, not so much as jealousy
jealous of the happiness
bourne by the rest
I bear but a curse
Of darkness, of hate

A curse that weakens
to the point of
self destruction
No reason to live
but life itself

Shattered shards
of glass long unkept
glued together
too many times
Never layed to rest

shards dripping
innocent or guilty
Only anger lets me