Broken glass is plentiful in this world.
Metaphorical or not it surrounds
Like a trail of broken hearts all glass all smashed
Feet bleed constantly
Those who's break
For those who follow
Others wear shoes, that numbs the pain, yet dulls the senses.
Life without feeling
The feeling be it pain is a remimder
The glass a memory
The hurt a lesson learnt
Broken glass is ever plentiful

I sat
The only sound was the water
Lapping at me
Wave upon wave
Higher each time
Cold yet comforting
Time to go
A last supper of Jack Daniels
Then bounding through the water
You came
Stuck your slobbering tongue in my face
Snapped me out of it
A walk home
Wet
Alive