Black Glass

From black glass flows a world of color

stories told by a thousand different voices

love and betrayal whispered in the same breath

as worlds come alive and die together

and all at once sanity becomes less than a dream

In the shadows, a blurred mirror image

eyes that see color in a world of gray

hands reaching out, searching for a way through

and always that cold glass waiting to be shattered

pressing in with its urgings to escape

its whispered promises of some waiting tomorrow

only a dream away from the unbinding

and the shedding of chains heavy on a flightless soul

I’m ready for the aliens to land.

Photo by Yanal Tayyem on Unsplash

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