Free Verse

Perfect Glass

November 10, 2025

Perfect glass shatters in my hands

A million pieces fall, never to be put back together

Glueing it, melting it,

apologizing

as if words can make glass whole again

I hate that, I want the glass to be fixed so bad

Cutting up my hands picking up the pieces

Crying till I’m blue in the face

I feel too deeply

Deeper than the cracks in the glass

I think and think, till my eyes are shallow with life

Why can’t I fix it? Why did I say it?

I wish I could sew my mouth, stitch after stitch

My hands now scarred won’t re open

My heart, somehow whole, must stay quiet

Till nobody remembers my evil soul.

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▾ This Poem's Voice

Personal guilt and regret, grounded in concrete metaphor of broken glass

Dense emotional ideas compressed; guilt, self-harm, silence stacked rapidly

Deeply negative: self-hatred, regret, pain, despair throughout

Intense emotional turbulence; fragmented pacing; urgent, restless voice

Approximately 20-25 lines; falls in 16-30 range

Extended glass metaphor; mouth-sewing; deep cracks; shallow eyes; rich ornamentation

Pure lyric confessional voice; internal self-examination and remorse

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