"Bleeding Glass Reflections"

...thru broken glass

i saw my path

a road of joyous pain

to be dragged down

sharp shards of lust

the pain is all too much

i look away to

another glass unscathed

and in my mirror

i saw nothing

no reflection

too ashamed

no depth perception

nothing a mystery

and so a fist

i break the glass

my own path

to blow across the floor

i bleed on slivers

of dreams i'll make

as i trudge down

the path i've lain

a patch of grace

in pure distaste

i skip across

to my thoughts disdain

we'll make our way

tho hard it will be

but at least it is mine

mine and no other...