Shattered Glass

So… sometimes when im bored or upset or especially happy i write poems.
im not that great but it focuses me.

i wrote this one a couple months ago

Shattered Glass

looking out the window glass
trees swaying in the wind, fast
cars drive past without a glance

rain pouring down
the waters swirling all around
soaking the green lucious ground

wanting to be out there
the storm and i a pair
instead of stuck behind this square

reflection looking back at me
looking in, not out at what i see
reminding me of reality

drops on the window are mirrors
of my very own tears
now all turend to pieces of shear