The Deafening Sound of Shattered Glass

A single crack would never sound 

As loud as the others. Drowned 

Out by the silent pain

Oblivious until it happens again.

Forced to face 

The ever-growing pace

Of the incoming fractures

Caused by the human manufactures 

Of the heart

Would one ever restart 

The journey that started the shattering 

Filled with constant flattering

Or possibly fuller of lies

Trying until one dies

Because of the lack of love

Like an unfilled glove

Waiting for the perfect hand

To fill it tightly. Planned

To be a perfect match

But a shattered heart has no match

Just a scratch

Left by those who dropped it

Outcast like some odd misfit 

Left alone.

How could I have known

How painful a thousand shards

Of deafening glass

Would feel in my chest?

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