“Glass Soul” by Brendan Stoneham.
I am ripped to shards of finest glass,
I have been forced to leave.
I speak, but there is no answer back,
I reach out, and there is no hand to grab…
I am a person with no shadow,
A shadow with no person.
I am an after-image blur of who I was when complete,
Light is no more.
I feel myself fading to the air,
Hopelessness chokes me as ivy chokes the tree that was at unity with nature,
Before this insidious interruption,
this barrier between it and life,
Between you and me.