Stained Glass

by, Cassandra

Broken glass on the ground,
Reflecting light from all around.
These tiny pieces of my soul,
In brilliant colors, greens and gold.
Bleeding life from inside of me,
The crimson glass pouring out of me.
Passion dying, losing splendor,
From purple to blue, losing its hue.
My life in all it's stained glass glory.
Nothing more then my tragic story.