broken glass

The glass sits perfectly 

Seems to never move 

But inside the glass

Away from the shine 

Is a collection of dust 

It's cleaned and cleaned

But it's always collecting 

The cup sometimes 

Rolls into water 

Hoping to feel whole 

Because underneath 

The caked gray powder 

Seemed to be million tiny cracks 

Cracks the cup

Wished weren't there 

But each time he tries 

To clean the dust 

Crack 

‘No no no’

Ting

‘Stop’

Outside roared to life in the sky

Pretty decorative lights fell

The cup gazed in awe 

Going outside the cup collected water 

Overflowing the glass seemed to cry 

The cracks because worse 

As a ribbon from the sky 

Fell in top

The poor cup shattered

‘I'm fine!’

His pieces laid on the grass 

‘I wasn't used, nor fixed’

The rain water fell off 

The broken pieces faster

‘I didn't belong in the cabinet anyways’

He sighed as more lights fell

‘Never was there from the beginning was I?’

The cup gave up letting the broken pieces 

Lay down and weep