By Monica C. Voskamp
What did I do so wrong
To get here?
How could have I missed
All those bleeping signs?
How did I, how did I
End up here?
Broken shattered mess.
They call me hopeless
But still I protest
Is it delusion or is it hope
I don’t really want to know
I just know I need to leave,
Get out of here.
Everywhere I look
There is glass.
Millions and millions of shards
Broken sharp edged glass.
Pieces of life
The wrongs of others
The wrongs of mine
All chaotic around.
What did I do so wrong
To end up here?
I thought I had some good in my heart
I would like to think I’m not that bad
But if so, then surely,
Surely I wouldn’t be standing
In the dismantled chards
Of here.
© 2020 MONICA C. VOSKAMP
