Of chipped nails and broken glasses

chipped nails and broken glasses
pragmatism, that never passes
chipped nails and rusted roofs
hurt and broken, injured hooves

treading along a path of rubble
Pain & anguish, oh! the burst bubble
All that’s within sight are broken dreams
mad & imbecilic , ripped at the seams

The uncertainty to a rocking chair
the hope of holding something rare
the dead tree sways on a windy day
the fluidity of feelings! how they fade away!

chipped nails and worn out souls
in this wretched world of forlorn foes
and so the myriad mirage came to an end
& also the chipped nails, my friend


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