Broken glass on bathroom tiles:
my troubles demonstrated
with a frenzied fling of hand
There, my mind seeps,
puddles accumulate,
carpet saturates
with content
A calm voice is heard
from a pleasant room,
made pleasant by her presence,
down the hall of hope:
You've got it all wrong
You've got it all wrong
That voice, ignored
many times past,
permeates my mind
while I stare
at the wreckage below
I think myself impervious
to vanities of life
That voice, calm voice,
reminds me, soothes me,
when I shatter
my troubles demonstrated
with a frenzied fling of hand
There, my mind seeps,
puddles accumulate,
carpet saturates
with content
A calm voice is heard
from a pleasant room,
made pleasant by her presence,
down the hall of hope:
You've got it all wrong
You've got it all wrong
That voice, ignored
many times past,
permeates my mind
while I stare
at the wreckage below
I think myself impervious
to vanities of life
That voice, calm voice,
reminds me, soothes me,
when I shatter