An ego of shattered glass…
A broken mirror taped back together…
A well of tears bursting forth…
The dam walls no longer hold them….
Pieces of a failure…
Anything but glue…
Watching you take the pain…
Nothing for the walls to lean on….
The remains of a loser…
Held together by scars…
A blood-stained cross…
What’s left of the walls; a dirty pool called grace….
A heart of sand…
All that’s left of ground up concrete…
Yet tears rain, rain, rain…
The dam is broken…
The pool is flooding…
Reflections of ego in the tear-covered walls….
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