I should warn you I am made of glass spli nters for fingers one touch and there’ll be a wicked crack
as part of me ruptures like a wound breaking open again
you can paint me whichever colour you like but whether I’ll stay that way
is another question
and that’s all there’ll be
questions dro ppi ng like hail
with a thunderous smack and sandcastle answers
sturdy at first but quick to cr um ble
in the brittle distance
of a second
Written: July 2017. Explanaton: A poem written in my own time - sadly, HP has altered the format slightly, but I have tried my best to change it to how it orginally appears. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.